3 years.
1096 days.
The average lifespan of an arctic fox.
I've had milk in the fridge for longer than 3 years.
But today, today marks the three year anniversary of the day that I took the flight that would change my life. Three years ago today, I stepped off that plane, walked through the security gate to see a beautiful woman with her nose in a book sitting on the benches. I walked right up to her and said, "Cora?" She stood up, I hugged her and then I kissed that woman smack dab on the lips.
That kiss was 3 years ago.
Later that day, I met "The Daughter" as she walked slowly out of her school. Then we went to find Jimi Hendrix's grave.
I would wait a whole day before, while spinning atop the Space Needle, I told her that I loved her.
And 3 years later, I love her even more.
I cannot imagine how I made it so long with her. Without the two of them.
If any of you are interested in reading the story as it unfolded 3 years ago, please see the following posts: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, & Part 4.
And there's still time to vote for my friend Laura to get that new car, just click this link to go to her competition page then click the "Turn On" button. (Sorry, this section is a little haphazard, we thought our "Meeting In Person Anniversary" was tomorrow, so this part of the post is being done quickly over lunch.
6 comments:
Happy Anniversary, Hubba Hubba Hubby!! I love you so very, very much!! I don't know how Wednesday and I made it so long without you either. :-S
3 years? WOW. I remember reading those posts ... congratulations to you both x
Congratulations you guys. It seems like such a long time since the blogging fun back then.
It's a truly great story, Scope. And you three are awesome.
Love you two!!
Congratulations to you both... still one of my favorite bloggy love stories EVER! :)
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