Monday, February 19, 2007

Twenty Seven

It has been 27 years since the night that I met him. I noticed him because he had red hair and had fallen on the skating rink floor. The disco ball was twirling, little glimmers of light were everywhere. The black light made everything that was white glow in the darkness. He ask me to skate. And so we did...through 24 years of marriage and three children, ups and downs, happiness and sadness. And I love him so much more 27 years later. Thanks for the beautiful roses honey.

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