Twenty nine years ago today, I took the biggest leap of my life when I married my husband. Of course, I didn’t see it that way when we took our vows in a garden ceremony before a small gathering of family and friends at my El Paso, Texas home.
To our friends and families, we were rushing it. We had barely known each other six months – three of which included a separation of 1,000 miles – when we decided we wanted to spend our lives together. “Are you sure about this?” my friends asked. “Don’t you think you should get to know each other a little longer?”
Our wedding announcement even made the front page of the local Lifestyle section at the New Jersey newspaper where we met with a headline that read: “Register plays Cupid for newsroom romance.”
Understandably, there was an undercurrent of doubtful grumbling on that beautiful Saturday night in the desert when we vowed to love and honor each other for the rest of our lives. For me, nothing was more certain than our love, and I couldn’t wait to begin my life with this amazing guy with a guitar slung over his back, who made my heart sing.
It was a leap of faith we both took on June 8, 1985 – based on a deep commitment to one another. We are still leaping. Through all the twists and turns – kids, careers, relocations, sickness, death – love is the music of our life.

Dedicated to Bob Rubino. Thanks for encouraging me over the speed bump! Ap