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One fateful Saturday evening in August of 2001, a woman in a short black miniskirt and a loose white blouse walked into a Chicago bar. She was a hottie, for sure. We chatted, she sat on my lap, and we went our separate ways. But not for long. Events conspired to have us meet up again three months later, this time on purpose, at Miami International Airport. After a quick lunch, we drove five hours to Key West for a fling, not once turning on the music, since the conversation never lagged. Dinner, discussions, touring, walking, shopping, and sitting on a bench at the marina. That was the moment, sitting on the bench that weekend, overlooking the Hyatt Marina, drinking a cold drink, that something inside me changed. All of a sudden she looked different to me. This was good. I dropped her back at the airport and went home.
I was so absorbed in her, I forgot I was getting on a plane the next day for a business trip. We compared schedules, deciding to see each other again as soon as possible. We did, two weeks later. The spark was still there. Two weeks after that, still going strong, and growing stronger. Pretty soon that feeling I got back on that bench in Key West started to have a name. Love. That year was a busy one, professing our love, asking for her hand, moving in together, and getting married, back in the spot we had our first date. Our honeymoon sail departed right in front of that bench we had sat on.
Since then we have had happy times and sad times, easy days and hard days, but we have always had them together, sharing with each other and supporting each other. Today is the day she was brought into this world, a day I treasure even though I would not be around for another two years. This is only her third birthday we have shared, but we will share 50 more together, making our grandchildren embarrassed, telling us to get a room. And we will get a room.
Happy Birthday to my wonderful and beautiful bride.
I was so absorbed in her, I forgot I was getting on a plane the next day for a business trip. We compared schedules, deciding to see each other again as soon as possible. We did, two weeks later. The spark was still there. Two weeks after that, still going strong, and growing stronger. Pretty soon that feeling I got back on that bench in Key West started to have a name. Love. That year was a busy one, professing our love, asking for her hand, moving in together, and getting married, back in the spot we had our first date. Our honeymoon sail departed right in front of that bench we had sat on.
Since then we have had happy times and sad times, easy days and hard days, but we have always had them together, sharing with each other and supporting each other. Today is the day she was brought into this world, a day I treasure even though I would not be around for another two years. This is only her third birthday we have shared, but we will share 50 more together, making our grandchildren embarrassed, telling us to get a room. And we will get a room.
Happy Birthday to my wonderful and beautiful bride.