The #royalwedding has me a bit sentimental. I met my best friend in 1997. He wore doc martens, structure jeans and had soccer-guy curly hair... and a pager. (534-1473) I had a bunch of hair piled on my head (like today), drove an ‘86 Toyota Carola and smelled like onions (hot!)... thanks to my waitressing job. I was 17, had two jobs and had just graduated from high school... meeting a guy from home, who literally lived less than a mile away, wasn’t in the plan... but, it happened. And, it was *supposed* to. I went away to college, he was already in it, but every weekend we were inseparable. He wrote me at least 3 cards or letters per week. He woo’d me. I was uber-receptive to said wooing. We graduated from college. We bought a house. We got married. Now, 21 years later I cannot fathom my life without him. He makes me laugh on the daily and I make him roll his eyes more often than that. He’s taught me how to LET GO of grudges and still cringes when I cut a watermelon... he loves me as I am. AS. I. AM. (And I, him.) We’ve been though starting a life in Mexico, we’ve had two babies, we’ve lost parents and we’ve made a life far sweeter and far more full than what I could have ever imagined back on that fall day in October at the Toledo Museum of Art when we both committed to being one another’s other.
Sweet man, I love you more than anything.
For always. Forever.
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