Our anniversary has just passed, and I think people are surprised that for a couple as old as us, we have only been married 17 years. What can I say, it took Fate and Cupid a while to get us together!
This is the bouquet of tulips Gorgeous Husband got me for our big day. He has a thing for skeletons (one of his little quirks) and the handmade card says "Dead Romantic,"which I thought was rather cute.
This anniversary has inspired me to tell you all about our romantic meeting. When I lived in Vancouver, in Canada, I had a male friend and we were both looking for someone to be our love interest. We decided to go to a dance held by the Inside Edge club, which was a club for people who ski. Seeing as neither of us could ski, it might have ended up with us meeting totally unsuitable mates.
As soon as we got in the door, we split up so that no one would mistake us for a couple. I went to stand against the far wall, where I had a good view across the dance floor of who was arriving. Then I spotted HIM, and thought, "I like the look of him!" He was wearing a tan leather jacket and had a dark brown reddish beard. In fact, he looked enough like the actor Al Pacino to be mistaken for him.
But, back to the story. I spotted him, then lost sight of him. It was a crowded event, lots of people coming and going. There was a break in the music, and all of a sudden, there he was--- standing right in front of me, saying, "well, I guess you're stuck with me." (In a Liverpool accent.)
He had been walking along with two of his friends, who stopped to talk to some girls who were standing next to me. He thought I was with these girls, but no one had introduced us. Actually, I was standing there on my own! I had lost sight of him, and then boom! there he was. The rest, as they say, is history.
He didn't know it at the time, but he came into my life at a time when I was pretty low, and his complete acceptance of me was very restorative and healing. So one of my pet names for him is Angel.
I remember one time calling him Angel while we were visiting his parents. His mother said, rather indigently, "He's no angel!" To which I said, "Well, he is to me!"