Seventeen years ago today, I came home from what was quite possibly, the worst time I’d ever had at Mardi Gras to a blinking light on my answering machine. And waiting for me was a message from this fellow. My friend Thomas kept trying to get me to hang out with his friend Patrick. I had recently graduated from college, was broke and had not a clue what my next step was going to be. Thomas and his then girlfriend, (now wife) had finally gotten to me hang out with their friend and he was cute and very cool and very nice and we sat up all night talking about art and music, but he was nice and nice boys never lasted long with me.
And yet here was this boy, calling me to say hi. On Valentine’s Day.
I ran into him at a party that following weekend. And the rest, as they say, is history.
Within a week after hearing that message, I just knew he was THE ONE. And he’s been that ever since. So every Valentine’s Day, I consider it to mark the beginning of us.
Happy Valentine’s Day babe. I think you’ve gotten better looking as time has gone by. I can’t wait to see what the next 17 years have in store. And then the next 17 after that…..
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Hey, couldn't resist writing on this one when you said Pat gets better looking every day. Well, I'm confessing I've been married for 45 years and the same is true of my guy: he's gotten better looking every year and right now he's pretty dazzling!