10 years ago today, my beautiful bride and I went on our first date. After 120 months together, she thinks that she is the lucky one. I have thought about her for 3652 days straight, ( More than that if you count the month it took me to ask her out.) and I am here to tell you that I am the lucky one.
I love you, my Texas Brownie.
On a strange side note, Princess Diana died on our first date. On our second date... Mother Teresa died. We almost called off our third date, for the sake of humanity.
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What a great post---and I loved the last line!
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