42…

Last night, Miss and I celebrated 42 years of marriage. It’s been real, hard, opus learning how to love while growing up together. We met at age 17 and 21. Separated by a 3 years and 3 months exactly. We married on July 24, 1982. Big hair and big dreams. Here we are living them out all those years later. Much less hair for me, but even bigger dreams. Damn.

Been an amazing ride together and, God willing, we have many more ahead. We do not know. We try to bring out the best in each other and accept gridlocked conflict is part of every relationship. Miss doesn’t like me sharing pics of her here. So, I rarely do. This is one where I’m making an exception. She won’t like me sharing. She’ll forgive me as long as I do NOT make it a routine thing. She remains my beautiful bride and best friend. I hope you find an imperfect, messy match for your sorriness. Life is hard, beautiful, and brief. And, it’s designed to be shared the same way. A perfect mess? Yes, you and I, at our absolute best are just that – a perfect mess. Together, however, we transform. Always together. Thanks, Miss. Please forgive me for oversharing. Dang it.

Let’s grow old but not tired together.

Live hard. Love harder. Much harder…

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