Next week is my anniversary, 23 wonderful years of marriage. Looking back I’m not sure how either of our families survived those first few years – we did everything you’re not supposed to do, broke all of the rules. Two months after meeting each other we left our jobs, announced we were expecting a baby and moved across the country
Tom and I are very different people, but somewhere along the way we’ve learned to speak the same language. For example, I have learned that it’s probably not a good thing to surprise him with a spa treatment during the Masters – and when he calls me “Queen of the subtitles", I take it as a term of endearment.
Tom is a good sport, always willing to drive a wounded bird to the local wildlife shelter or take photos of homeless dogs - and I have come to realize that going to a hockey game on a bus with the “super fans” can be romantic.
The important thing is Tom is the one person I can always count on, my north star.
Tom and I are very different people, but somewhere along the way we’ve learned to speak the same language. For example, I have learned that it’s probably not a good thing to surprise him with a spa treatment during the Masters – and when he calls me “Queen of the subtitles", I take it as a term of endearment.
Tom is a good sport, always willing to drive a wounded bird to the local wildlife shelter or take photos of homeless dogs - and I have come to realize that going to a hockey game on a bus with the “super fans” can be romantic.
The important thing is Tom is the one person I can always count on, my north star.
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