Nineteen

Happy Anniversary, Mike. You remember the weekend we met… Chicago, 1986. Becky’s wedding.

Though I was so drunk that much of it is a blur, there are some things I remember very well.

You. And the feelings that swamped me the first time I saw you… That moment will never be forgotten.

…and kissing the asphalt upon deplaning in Houston. I’ll never forget that, either.

It took seven years for us to finally marry, but I’d change nothing, because it all led to the discovery that you’re the only man for me and the best man I know, period. Thanks for loving me, putting up with me and just generally checking my shit.

My other half, always.

14 thoughts on “Nineteen”

  1. me

    My love, My Darling – Loving you Always, Always My Love – you are the only reason I need to keep living -

  8. Peter

    Missed this because I couldn’t get on the Intertoobz for a couple of days, weird laptop issues. Anyhow, glad you found each other.

    To celebrate I’m gonna have a (canned) corned beef sammich on rye with brown mustard and horseradish.

    and Linda Lou whined until I made chewy fudge brownies. It’s an event. Pamibe and Mike’s Belated Anniversary Party! Next year give me a little warning and I’ll cook a pot roast or something.

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