Happy Anniversary

Now many of you that know me know that my actual anniversary is not in October, it is in March.  But, what many of you who know me may or may not know is that tomorrow, October 25th, is the 35th Anniversary of my first date with my husband.
35 years ago I went on my first date with my now best friend, my lover, the man who makes me laugh, makes me cry, makes me giggle like a schoolgirl.  On my first date with the man who makes me think, makes me angry, makes me happy.  I went on my first date with the father of my children, the Grandude of my sweet grand babie's, the man who loves me enough to put up with me even when I can't put up with myself.
I told him after that first date that I couldn't go out with him again, not because I didn't want to, but I was dating two other guys at the time and was engaged to one of them and I was never good at juggling.  He walked me to the front door and kissed me long and hard and said, "You are giving up the best thing that ever happened to you."  And with that he walked away.
I went in the house, sat on the couch, and I thought, "I can't feel my lips."  No really, I argued with myself to not run after him because there was something in what he said that rang true in my ears.  I knew he probably was the best thing that would ever happen to me but I couldn't bring myself to stop him because my heart and hand belonged to someone else.
I had promised my brother and sister that I would take them to the fair that year but I was trying to chicken out of it because I didn't want to drive in the traffic to get there.  My mother told me, "Why don't you call that nice Jimmy Glen?  I bet he would take you."  I told my mother I was not going to call someone that I had went on one date with and had told that I couldn't ever go on a date with them again to take me and my brother and sister to the fair.  She kept insisting so I caved.
A few days later I wrote a letter to the man I was engaged to and broke up with him.  (He lived in Texas and we both had an agreement that we could date other people)(Didn't work out too well for him, that arrangement.)  And I sent a letter to the other guy who was going to college in California.(He had to have seen it coming)(He hadn't wanted me to date Jimmy in the first place.)
And five months later Jimmy Glen and I were married.  It was a decision that I have not regretted.  So thank you Lola for stopping me on a Sunday evening after church to "introduce me to this nice young man."
And thank you Jimmy Glen for loving me all these years.  If I haven't told you lately, please know that I love you, more today than ever before.  To the moon and back.  Happy Anniversary!