Yep....twenty seven years ago I did in fact marry my best friend, the one I live for, laugh with, dream with, love.
That sentiment was brand spankin new and that is what our invitations said....
We had hokey matches that say A Love Match....(the kids crack up every time they stumble upon a pack).
Daddio and I dated for 8 (yes, I did type eight) long years before I told him he needed to shit or get off the pot. I've written before...he decided to take the shit or fall in a pile or whatever.
It appears that he made a good decision.
My eyes popped open at 3:15am. I had to pee and was suffering greatly from cramps. Once I was up I didn't think I would be able to go back to sleep so I started playing on the computer. This site was having issues and I was getting bored. I heard a creaking door around 4:15; it was Daddio looking for me. I decided to jump back into bed and he rubbed my back.
I lay on his chest and listened to his heart beat. Before long I was sawing logs.
When the alarm sounded at 5 it was a bit difficult to get up...now that I could sleep, I couldn't.
Daddio was up and sipping his coffee when I got out of the shower.
He allowed me to maul him a moment while he sat in his lazy boy.
"Happy anniversary" I said.
"The same to you" Daddio answered.
"Thanks for marrying me" I teased.
"Thanks for marrying me" Daddio replied.
"Hey, no presents, okay?" Daddio said.
"Not even cards?" I asked.
"Nah" he answered.
Years ago this would have made me sad...today I realize that I already got my present this morning....laying next to a warm man who took away my bad cramps and lulled me back to sleep with a lullaby, a heart that I like to think beats for me.
Happy Anniversary Daddio!! xoxoxoxox