The Long and Short of Twenty-Three Years

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Twenty-three years ago, yesterday, I met the man I knew instantly I would spend the rest of my life with. (It also happens yesterday my brother-in-law turned the big 5-0. Happy fiftieth, brother!)

While we normally celebrate the anniversary of when we first laid eyes on each other in high fashion, this year things are a bit discombobulated in our world and in all honesty, until I looked at the date at the bottom of the monitor it had altogether slipped my mind. Although, it shouldn’t have because the night I met my MarshFox, my world flew off its axis as the stars finally aligned for me. But, it did slip my mind. With MarshFox going to paramedic school full-time, me attempting to keep up with my writing and running my quilting shop, and all that comes with keeping up with nine chickens and two dogs, things are a bit chaotic around here as of late, to say the least. Add in the fact we own an older home that requires constant lovin’ on and the sidebar that I have a major craft festival I’ve been readying for for the last several weeks on Saturday, you might have known something would slip through the cracks. Recognition of our special day was the casualty.

I can’t count the number of times I’ve told our story over the years. So many times, I believe, there are those who may be a bit tired of hearing it by now. But, honestly, does a true love story ever get old?

The short of it…We met at my brother-in-law’s birthday party…at a bar…dancing and drinking…etc, etc, etc…The night ended sometime in the wee hours with the kiss. And when I say the kiss, I actually mean THE KISS. It was the kiss to put all other kisses to shame, which curled my toes, stole my breath, and rendered me dizzy. And I knew. I knew in that moment, naysayers of instant love be damned, I would spend the rest of my life with this man.

The long of it…I found out within a few days after meeting MarshFox, we share a birth date. Could this get any uncannier? We met on a Thursday, my favorite day of the week. We married less than six months after meeting, on our birthday, on a Thursday. We weren’t married a year when he received our first “married” orders to Okinawa, Japan. For 22 years, we traveled the world, had ups and downs, lived through deployment after deployment, raised a family, moved some more, and celebrated life during all the good, the bad, and the ugly. And our love grew and grew and grew.

I’d say I couldn’t love this man more if I tried, but I know it’s not true. Every day, our love grows a bit bigger and deeper.

And that’s the long and short of twenty-three years.

Did I mention that kiss? Friends, trust me when I say, wait for it. Wait for the kiss that curls your toes, steals your breath, and renders you dizzy. That’s the one. And it is definitely worth the wait.

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