The gods were hard at work in the heavens the night we met. Me, spending a rare night with a girlfriend at her place. We banished her husband so we could have the place to ourselves, to chat and eat and sip fruity drinks. Her husband goes to a local bar and runs into a friend from the neighborhood who is on his way to a Celtics game with a guy from work. As the menfolk get to talking they realize the friend from work...is my brother!!!!! And my brother and his coworker pass up a party after the game to crash our girl's night. As thrilled as I was to see my brother, the tall, dark and handsome fellow he worked with was far more interesting. I think I knew when I met you that you were my someone. You took some convincing though. That chance meeting in December of 1993 didn't evolve to marriage until June 6, 1998. The fact that it was D Day always makes you laugh. Ten years have unbelievably gone by since our D Day.
Ten years. Ten years filled with happiness, anger, humor, frustration, contentment and love. Ten years of repeating myself over and over and over, and louder and louder and louder. Ten years of getting the last word. Ten years of begrudgingly smiling, than laughing, at your goofy attempts to stop an argument with silliness. Ten years of warming my ice cold feet between yours every night. Ten years of late night talks, when we know we should be sleeping, but we just can't stop talking. Ten years of knowing I can count on you, not just to be there, but to be there with a smile. Happy Anniversary! I look forward to many many more and I hope you like the miracle ear I got you as a gift!!! I know I will.