It’s September 16th.
The day in 1989 that we did this.
Who knew we’d still be at it 27 years later?
Oh, I kid. We knew, otherwise….why else would we have plunged into marriage at 22 years old with nothing between us but an old Chevy Cavalier and an S-10 truck?
Kids, we had nothing. Just cars. No house, no furniture, no STUFF and certainly no cellphones!
I’d hop in an old 80’s style limo with you all over again, babe!
Nobody could tell us a thing, we wouldn’t have listened any way. From day one, we’ve bit off more than we could chew and paid triple what anything cost….but we did it our way.
Two head strong first-born leaders – pushing, forcing and insisting on getting the last word. Over & over & over again.
Still, here we are…alive, in love and looking forward to every moment together. That’s real love.
I am so thankful you didn’t kick me to the curb and that I never choked you out and watched your eyes pop out of your head. (sorry for the graphic description of my passion for you)
WE BELONG TOGETHER!!! Two crazies livin’ on love.
I love you. Happy 27th anniversary, true love!
