Once upon a time, a little boy lived on a farm in North Dakota. He went to a one-room schoolhouse. He would spend hours looking at the globe, tracing his finger over the shapes and strange names.
"Mongolia. I'm going to go there some day."
Once upon a time a little girl lived in a little town in Wisconsin. She would make up stories and dance and sing into her hairbrush microphone, so much that her sisters and brother would yell at her to shut up.
"Some day I'm going to be a singer."
The little boy and the little girl grew up, met each other and married. Their marriage was typical, full of ups and downs, arguments and love fests, good times and bum times. Because they agreed their love for each other mattered more than anything else, they compromised over and over again. One year, the little boy would live out his dreams while the little girl worked to help him. The next year, the little girl would live out her dreams while the little boy worked to help him. Somehow, this arrangement lasted for decades.
Today is their wedding anniversary and they aren't together,
but you don't need to feel sad for them.
They aren't together because they are living their dreams.
The little boy is in Mongolia, seeing the wild horses and drinking yak milk.
The little girl is on a stage in Beijing, China, singing her heart out.
The only things missing are the globe and the hairbrush microphone.
Happy Anniversary, Richard.
I love you more.