Here's a throw back picture. It's from about 5 years ago. More correctly, 5 years and a day.
Five years ago today, I boarded an airplane and flew 2,000 miles for a first date. Looking back on it, it might seem like we took a big chance.
On our second date (part of which is pictured above), I was pretty sure I'd met "the one" and just had to figure out how not to screw it up. And, despite all historic president, I didn't!
Cora, you are, without a shadow of a doubt, the most wonderful woman, and the absolute perfect one for me. I kind of feel like I was born on the day we met. You and our daughter have enriched my life beyond anything I could have imagined. Thank you for taking this adventure with me.
And that's why I'm in the middle of doing something that I haven't done since March of 2011: Posting 5 weekdays in a row. This blog is how we met. I can't let it go. Even if almost no one reads it any more.
Even if you are sitting across the room, and I can walk over and kiss you (heck, I just did), I also need to see you out here, too. Because I love you and I love this part of us.
And here are the links to those posts from 5 years ago: