It's 2:20 in the morning and I am sitting here late for work with a warm home made latte, a cold diet pepsi and a pair of SpongeBob Squarepants boxer shorts.
And tears in my eyes.
These three things are symbols of sorts. Symbols that my wife loves me. She made the latte, knows that I also like something cold to drink in the morning and the boxer shorts are fun.
Something warm, something refreshing, something fun.
The tears are something I brought to the party.
Appropriate gifts to remind me that 11 years ago today Amy was crazy enough to hold my hands, stand before what now appears to be a somewhat anorexic Minister* and agree to be my bride.
I couldn't believe it then, and I stand as amazed today.
Time flies when your loving every moment of it.
Happy Anniversary Darling.
love,
me
*No, that's not Gordon before hair plugs.
