Missing out

My wife and I just celebrated our first wedding anniversary. We were one of "those" couples. You know, the ones that got married on 07/07/07. My dad picked the date. He's a numbers guy, and thought of it way before we did.

While we were out to dinner to celebrate, Sam asked me if I thought I had missed out on anything by being with her, by marrying her. Which spurred a long, and very good, conversation. We've never been ones who have had to work too hard at our relationship, and rarely talk about it. But when we do, well, it's a good thing.

That said, this wasn't a fair question. Every choice we make immediately precludes a different path (I'll discuss infinite, multiple parallel realities some other time). Of course I missed out on other opportunities. How could I not have? There are other women who I could have had a connection with, other jobs that I could have stayed with or taken, other places I could have moved to. But I didn't. And I'm happy.

A better question is, do I regret missing other opportunities? And the answer is no. If I weren't so happy, the answer would be different.