15 Years of
love notes and sweet nothings
late night conversations
working side by side...
15 years of
refereeing children
taking out the trash
picking up each others socks...
15 years of
words spoken in glances across the room
laughter
tears
taking turns at stumbling
taking turns being strong...
When I feel like this crazy world is going to swallow me whole, The Man is my beacon, steadfast in his belief in me when I can't see it for myself. There's just no one else in the world I'd rather travel this twisted path with. Hey, Man! Thank you for being my man these glorious 15 years...here's to 15 more.