I am tempted to just write the lyrics:

 

I’m your lady.

You are my man.

Whenever you reach

for me,

I’ll do all that I can.

 

But that would just be cheezy.

 

But I am your lady.

And you are my man.

And whenever you reach for me,

I have done all that I can.

 

It was the times that you didn’t reach for me that were painful.

Because I couldn’t do anything to help.

 

Here are some old photos from that fun date-night at The Velour

when we went to see The Hinckley Brothers.

Doesn’t that seem like years ago?

Oh yeah, because it was.

 

I am catching up on all my old blog drafts and when I found this one this morning it made me smile.

One hundred percent of my best memories include you Mr. Gold, I hope you know that.

I can’t wait to make many many more….including the more recent one from last night, when my pants didn’t fit and you hugged me while I cried and told me I was beautiful just the way I am. You are the best.