When Skiffy and Fanty invited me to write a post about what brings me joy, I knew immediately that I needed to write about my wife, Margo.
“Oh great,” you’re thinking. “Another generic, maudlin post about how much somebody loves their spouse.”
Well, not exactly.
See, eight years ago, Margo got really sick.
When the two of us first got together, physical activity was Margo’s life. She was a national-championship-level ultimate frisbee player. She’d recently completed the Pacific Crest Trail, living in the woods for 5 months as she hiked from Mexico to Canada. Our first date was a 6-mile walk around a lake. Girl liked to move. [Read more…]