Twenty years ago I met this guy. He was skinny and had long black hair and drove a muscle car. He called me ‘darlin and has been my heart since that first moment I clapped eyes on him, holes in his jeans and all.
A lot of times people pooh pooh love. They make fun of romance and say it’s a silly fantasy. But it’s not a fantasy and it is real and it makes my life wonderful every day. My romance is real, it’s filled with beard hairs in the sink and silly arguments over money and twenty years worth of petty annoyances. It’s not perfect, we’re not perfect. But we are special and he’s my everything. He’s a man who lives for his family, who loves fiercely and wholly and without reservation and I’m so blessed that he’s mine and that we’ve built this life together.
Happy Anniversary, my best dude, I’m glad to be the full moon shining off your camaro’s hood.