Many decades ago, in a land not-so-far-away from here, I saw a beautiful, raven-haired, blue-eyed, absolutely stunning young woman walk across the football field on graduation night. The field lights on her dark hair, the blue in her eyes, shining like a glassy ocean to this waterman, inviting him to paddle out; the white dress, and the shy but sexy smile that kind of sneaked out from her quiet, composed character, just demolished me. It was at that moment I knew, absolutely without a shadow of a doubt, this would be my wife.
She was not an easy catch.
It took seven tries before she would simply go out with this sand-encrusted bohemian. But she did…and the rest, as they say is history! A wonderful history!
Today is your birthday. But I still remember that night, and I still feel the draw, the fascination, and the sense of destiny we would have together. Thank you for allowing me to wear you down until you gave in, so we could move on, and have all of these years behind us. There has never been anyone like you from the moment I saw you…and there still isn’t.