I met Mrs. Tmj through a room mate service in March of 1987. We were engaged in May.
We were married at her family church in Pennsylvania on this day, twenty one years back.
It seems like just yesterday. And not nearly long enough. We have shared so much: two beautiful and smart daughters, a handful of jobs between the two of us, several adventures both at home and on the road, and the financial, emotional, and health challenges that all couples face and overcome to varying degrees of success.
And we're still in love. Still laugh more than we cry. Still make sure we never go to bed angry.
I'm a lucky, lucky guy.
Oh, and she's having a birthday, too. She'll always be my "older woman"; contrary to her sisters' opinion, three years difference is NOT robbing the cradle.
We were supposed to have been married on the seventeenth in order to make it possible for her to say that she was married before (a certain age) but she threw a clot after five or six takeoffs and landings through the eighteen hours it took us to fly to Chester County. At the scheduled hour I went to see her in the ICU, in my Dress Blues.
She'd never seen me in them before that day.
She recovered enough to toe the mark the following day. And the rest, as they say, is history.
Love you, babe. Happy birthday! And I get to wake up with you every day!
UPDATE: Here's Mrs. Tmj's Live Journal entry.