She’s Fearless, I Tell Ya

On the eve of twenty years since that rainy wedding, I’d like to point out that I undoubtedly married a fearless woman. I can give countless examples over the past two decades, but suffice to say that I chickened out of a cliff walk this afternoon and she hopped on like it was nothing (you can see her in the first, second, and third photos if you look closely). More and more lately, my legs and my brain get woozy at the thought of falling, sometimes even the second floor of our house if I look over the ledge, even if it’s irrational. So getting up to this cliff was no small feat for me, let alone the Alps in general, up the gondola, past the church, the trees, the clouds, and the herd of cows, but I’ll repeat, I still married a fearless woman, twenty years ago tomorrow.