To My Dearest Love . . .
4 years married.
5 years living together.
6 years “dating.”
9 years in Love.
13 years knowing one another.
I knew I wanted to know him better from the day we met.
I knew I loved him after a talkative 6 hour stew in the CE hottub.
I knew he was going to always be my priest after we left the room speechless and wondering what had just happened to them.
I knew we were meant to be together when those 1001 things that only lovers can say were all said with a single glance.
I knew I was going to marry him after we laid in bed all night talking about James Joyce and Three Dog Night.
I know now just how incredibly lucky I am!
Here's is to the best five years of my life, to the many more we have ahead, having someone I love so very much, and having someone who loves me this intensely - (and puts up with my shit).
Two lost soul's, swimming in a fish bowl, year after year and what have we found . . .
We've found each other - and that's a lot!
HAPPY ANNIVERSARY, LOVER!
5 years living together.
6 years “dating.”
9 years in Love.
13 years knowing one another.
I knew I wanted to know him better from the day we met.
I knew I loved him after a talkative 6 hour stew in the CE hottub.
I knew he was going to always be my priest after we left the room speechless and wondering what had just happened to them.
I knew we were meant to be together when those 1001 things that only lovers can say were all said with a single glance.
I knew I was going to marry him after we laid in bed all night talking about James Joyce and Three Dog Night.
I know now just how incredibly lucky I am!
Here's is to the best five years of my life, to the many more we have ahead, having someone I love so very much, and having someone who loves me this intensely - (and puts up with my shit).
Two lost soul's, swimming in a fish bowl, year after year and what have we found . . .
We've found each other - and that's a lot!
HAPPY ANNIVERSARY, LOVER!