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Father To Be Who, Me?


            
             It's true, life changes dramatically when college starts. As for me, I must admit that the paths I chose have made it so much better. Getting married to my wife, Hayley, has been on of the best decisions I have ever made. Although I never would have even considered taking this step so fast a few years ago, there is just something about how she affects me that make me wish I had done it earlier. Besides the fact that she's beautiful, her ability to keep me in line and focused on my responsibilities has been a priceless blessing; just what I needed to stay on track and reach my goals as the responsibilities add up. I find myself wanting to go home after a long day at school or work, as opposed to my childhood when home was just a resting point before the next party. .
             Growing up, few things affected me as much as certain moments transpiring in the past year. "Simple", was the phrase I used quite often to characterize my life. Not a worry in the world, except for homework, which never seems to end by the way. If you would have asked me a few years ago how long it would be until I decided to get married, I would have told you five to ten years after graduation, at least. I mean, seriously, who gets married in their early twenties? Well, I seldom fail to accomplish any of my goals, but this one was a crash and burn almost right from the start. Thank God, because I could have never wished for or needed anything more. .
             On August 15, of last year, my wife and I were married in Washington D.C.; a day that will forever be one of the most Hollywood days in my life. I doubt I will ever forget the way the sun magnified the brightness of the temple walls, or the way the fountain sounded as we stood posing for, what seemed to be, an eternity of picture taking. The day could not have been planned or handled any better. Few things, such as the heat and humidly, brought out miniscule complaints, but there wasn't a dry eye around when we walked down those steps, including my own.


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