Post by Jason Plotkin
I don’t have many regrets in my life. I’m not the kind of person who believes that I should have turned left when I turned right.
There are no wrong turns. Only places I end up and the path that took me there.
But I have to admit, I screwed up pretty good.
I had been honored to receive a regional Emmy for my work on a documentary I had spend a good year working on.
I had spent many of those hours away from my family.
I had been up early every morning.
I had gone to bed late at night.
I had worked on my days off.
But she was there.
My wife Melissa was taking care of our girls while I was easily distracted by this heart wrenching story of a little girl’s death and the people who tried to save her.
When the video ran, the public responded.
My peers responded.
And when my name was called out in Philadelphia to receive the Emmy, Melissa responded.
I’m not sure if anyone could hear what I was saying over her screams of joy.
The entire time I was on stage was a blur.
I remember talking about our daughter.
I remember thanking the first responders.
I don’t remember if I thanked her.
I thought I did.
She said she didn’t hear me.
I just want to make something very clear.
Thank you Melissa.
It takes a special person to love a journalist.
From the very first day I met her on June 23, 1995 until the moment I wrote this, I never promised her I’d change.
She calls the paper my mistress. She knows what journalism means to me.
The only time I look at my career as a journalist and wish it were different is the time it takes me away from my family.There are many reasons I love her, including her six different types of laughs, but one of the things I love most about Melissa is her independence. Snow days, standoffs, fires and Penn State football pull in one direction while she takes care of us in the other direction. I don’t come home to “why weren’t you here?” and I almost always leave to “kick photo ass!”
Today is our fifteen year anniversary.
And 16-years-ago, I was silly enough in love with her to dress up like Winnie-the-Pooh and ask her to marry me.
I’m not always the best at buying cards. But I’m not shy about screaming from the rooftops about my feelings for her or writing a blog letting her know how much she means to me.
So, Melissa Anjanette Plotkin…thank you. I love you. And Happy Anniversary.
It takes a special person to put up with me.
And hopefully, I’m home in time for dinner tonight.