changed. They weren't really romantic or anniversary-ish,
anyway. (Last year we sided the house... woooo....S-T-E-A-M-Y!!!)
We were supposed to go to Michigan...now we're just going
Just before the last decade of the previous century began
Mr. Amazing asked me to marry him. I said
"Sure, fine, whatever...."
(Ok, that's not really what I said.)
So, on June 13 of 1992, we got married.
The day before Flag Day. We purposely scheduled it
that way (not really).
See, then, if the flags are out we'll know we've
We never HAVE missed it. But, you know... just in case.
Kind of like a little insurance policy.
(Insurance? Knowing you've missed it?
More of an informance policy, if there is such a thing.)
At any rate....
in the past SIXTEEN years we've moved all over the country
enjoying scenery and collecting children (kidding, but
had to say it anyway, since our kids WERE born on
We now find ourselves living just a few blocks
from our first home together, which is also just
across the street from where Mr.Amazing's mama laid his
little tiny infant head on his first night home from the hospital.
We've been married so long that the babies at our wedding
are now graduating from high school. Unfathomable.
Stop the clock right now!
(Deep breath! I can NOT afford to get all emotional
about the passage of time today.)
I'm proud to say we've survived SIXTEEN years of marriage.
We're committed, or need to be.
We're in love and/or too stubborn to quit.
It hasn't always been a bed of roses. I don't mind. Roses
are beautiful, but they don't smell good. Not to mention the
thorns. Come to think of it, maybe it HAS been a bed of
roses. :>) I joke, I joke!
Seriously, Mr. Amazing, I want you to know....