Monday, July 22, 2013

Has it really been 20 years?

Late on a Thursday evening 20 years ago, during a Karaoke night at a Waterloo watering hole, I got up the courage to chat with a comely young lass who had a beautiful smile and a voice to match.

Two years later, to the day, we became husband and wife.

Twenty years later, she still has that same smile and voice.

Although, technically, we met earlier, that was the first night we actually "met" and actually got to know each other.  We think of the 22nd day of every month as our "monthiversary".

It seems like only yesterday she made my heart race:

  • After talking in the car for an hour that first night.
  • Two nights later when she fell asleep cuddled up to me with my arm around her.  I so wanted to kiss her on the head but I was too nervious.
  • With anticipation at the elevator of her apartment at the numbers made their way to the 15th floor.
  • The first time she nervously greeted me wearing a provocative red halter top.  :)
One of the nice things about being able to celebrate your wedding day and the day you met at the same time is those memories wind up never leaving.

Now, 20 years later, I still think of those early days in our relationship and cherish them.  Other relationships around us haven't fared so well.  Make no mistake, ours isn't all milk and honey either, but it's nice to know that two years from now we can still look forward to celebrating another 20th Anniversary.

This gruff old codger is lucky to have you, sweetie.

I love you,

1 comment:

  1. Congratulations old man! You know, I really believe that the reason why so many relationships fail nowadays is because people have unrealistic expectations. The moment the bloom is off the rose, as they say, and the drudgery of day-to-day life spoils the fairy tale, they decide that this isn't what they bargained for and call it quits. I'm reminded of the immortal words of George Bernard Shaw:

    "Your majesty is like a stream of bats piss".

    But, more relevantly, those other immortal words of George Bernard Shaw:

    "When two people are under the influence of the most violent, most insane, most delusive, and most transient of passions, they are required to swear that they will remain in that excited, abnormal, and exhausting condition continuously until death do them part."

    It's not terribly realistic, is it?

    Anyway, happy anniversary from a fellow old married man who's looking forward to celebrating his 25th next year.