Boy and Girl...together.
Today...is my twelfth anniversary. For more than a decade now, I have lived my life in marital bliss...blur...err, I mean bliss.
It all began thirteen years ago, in gospel doctrine class. There he was, lookin' all intellectual in his freakishly huge glasses. And there I was, lookin' all sassy in my chunky sandals and prarie skirt. For that is where Chad and I first laid eyes on each other. It wasn't love at first sight...or second or third, for either of us. Perhaps it was his goggles. Perhaps it was my attire...my homage to Little House on the Prarie. But, somewhere down the line, stars aligned or planets shifted and we fell head over chunky heels in love with each other.
After our first date...a discussion on the human genome project...we were inseparable; like Han and Leia, Wash and Zoe, Mulder and Sculley.
To you Chad, I say, happy anniversary. Never again will either of us have to wander, alone, in nerd-dom, for we have each other...forever, and ever and ever...whether we like it or not.
I love you babe, gargantuan glasses and all.