Twenty Valentine's Days

Today is the twentieth time that my beautiful wife and I have celebrated Valentine's Day together. Whew! Where did all those years go?

I knew almost immediately that my wife and I were destined to be together. Maybe it wasn't exactly love at first sight, but it was certainly close to to it. Our first date--a blind date set up by a client of mine who was a friend of my wife's--went amazingly well. We talked and talked and talked, and seemed to be on the same wavelength right from the start. Never mind that I fell asleep during the movie that we went to see (and snored, loudly), considering that it was "Jumping Jack Flash" with Whoopee Goldberg and wasn't a particularly good movie, my wife seemed to forgive me. She told me later on that she wondered why I didn't make an attempt at a good night kiss, but I was always a little shy, so I didn't try anything quite so bold. But, she agreed to a second date, and then a third, and then finally a fourth.

That fourth date was The One--the one when I decided that she was The One for me, and without thinking anymore about it I asked her to marry me. Amazingly enough, she accepted, and we've been together for 20 years. Yes, we've had plenty of ups and downs like any marriage, but I know that there is no other woman in the world that is as right for me as she is. No other woman lights up a room for me like she does, makes me feel like she does, or makes me feel like I am in the right place to be when I am with her.

And so I just want to say that I love you Kayleen. Happy Valentine's Day.

Update: My wife tells me it's nineteen years. See, there's another reason to love her. She's always ready to keep me straight on things like this.