Let me tell you the tale of a boy and a girl
who did not fall in love at first sight.
She did not want his children the moment they met.
He did not even get her name right.
She did not wait by phones, hoping somehow he’d call.
He did not search the campus for her.
It was only one night; they were not meant to be.
Of this fact, they were perfectly sure.
But life is surprising. The next time they met,
they were struck by love’s lightning; it’s clear.
The arrow of Cupid went straight to their hearts,
and the magic has grown every year.
42 years have passed since the day that they met,
though they’ve only been wed 38.
And while love at first sight never did come their way,
love at second sight turned out just great!
Yes, indeedy. L is for 38 years of married LOVE! I specify "married," because we've actually been joined at the hip for 42 years, including our time at the University of Utah, when we were very much a pair but not yet wed. We met when I was only sixteen. He was two years older. Recently, one of us just hit 60 (he knows who he is), and the other is following close behind. Amazing how quickly the time flies when you're having fun.
One of the great things about being married to Dave is that I AM having fun...much of the time. It's hard to do anything else when you're married to someone who has the energy of a teenager and is about as young at heart as they come. He still loves to play crazy, make-believe games with his grandchildren (just like he did with our kids), and basketball continues to be one of his favorite activities. I'm talking about the down-and-dirty kind of basketball, by the way. No ambling amiably down the court with the other geezers for him. My hunky guy plays all out...cutthroat...with the young-uns.
I admit to being proud of him, and I've never once been sorry that I married him. Even at his most annoying (and don't get me wrong, he can be extremely annoying!), there's always been way more upside than downside with Dave. The truth is that he has filled all of my expectations and more over the years. Best of all, I know he would say the same. (He would also say the same about my ability to annoy him...an art I have perfected to a rather impressive degree.) You see, I like to annoy him. It's my love language. heehee
So HAPPY ANNIVERSARY, Dave! I like you almost as much as the prime rib I'll be eating tonight. And I LOVE you even a little more than the restaurant where we'll be dining. (Which is quite a lot, because I will indeed be indulging in the creamy, whipped cream horseradish AND the flourless chocolate cake.)
rapidly aging longstanding ever-lovin' wife.