My wife, Meg.
1984, I went to a friend’s birthday party hosted by another mutual friend, it was my senior year in high school. I had known Meg since our freshman year through band. Meg’s mom always said, “Juan came to a birthday party and never left.” She’s right, it’s a party every day when you find your one. This has been most evident since my ALS diagnosis.
Meg has been at my side every step, every moment. We have four children, our three youngest are adopted. Imagine finding your forever family then finding out one parent has ALS. It’s devastating. Why do I share this? Because love stories include more than the couple, but the whole family. Meg’s my one not because she loves me and I her, but because our love embraces more than just our hearts.
I am married to my high school sweetheart, but more importantly I am married and will spend the rest of my life with my one and only. I love you Meg, in this giant puzzle of life you are the first and last piece.