It’s our 14th wedding anniversary today. I didn’t meet the guy of my dreams until I was 40, and we got married when I was 42. I had a long history of sad break-ups (both as dumper and dumpee) and dating mostly nice people who were totally wrong for me. Then, I got a phone call from a good friend and former roomie who said he wanted to set me up with his girlfriend’s boss. He said this guy was 50, divorced with three kids and very nice, so if nothing else, it will be a nice dinner. I said yes and thank you. The guy called and we made a date. The day of that date, I woke up with a massive migraine and was sick to my stomach all day. By the time he showed up, I was better, but worn out. We had a lovely dinner, and that night I dreampt that we were meant to be together. We were.
Marrying my husband was the best thing that every happened to me.
Happy Anniversary Patrick. I love you. Always & Only Yours.