I saw him, just once, and knew I had to meet him

20 years ago Richard and I walked down the aisle. Not together, of course. My father walked me down, with tears in his eyes. I couldn't look at my hubby to be for fear of giggling.

I crossed my left hand over to him so he could slide the ring on (actually I think there was some shoving involved). I tried to put the ring on his right hand! I figured that since I had crossed my arm over, so should he. Heh. I thought (just for a nanosecond) he was trying to pull out of the marriage. Still cracks me up.

We've had our ups and downs (like a roller coaster- what movie is that from, dangit?) as you do, and we had some moments in our life that I'm glad we'll never go back to, and some I can re-live in my mind a thousand times and still smile. We have our private jokes that make us giggle. We have three wonderful children.
He's like my chocolate- I cannot be without him for long. My friends tease me about it. That's okay. I just smile. When so many people get divorced, some more than once, I wonder why they can't be more like us. I guess we were made for each other.

I love you, Darling. Here's to 50 more!