Friday, November 4, 2011

Happy anniversary to Gary and me!

Thirty-four years ago, I married the guy whose kisses knocked my socks off. They still do. Here's Gary and me in 1977, when he's dropping me off at our wedding shower and managed to keep it a surprise. Yeah, no teasing about the hair! lol
Here we are last year, finally celebrating our 30th anniversary, three years late, on a 10-day cruise to Key West and Nassau. Ahh. Wish we were back there instead of our own rocky seas. But throughout all the storms that have rocked our world, we've held on to each other and weathered pretty much everything. I credit Gary for that. He's my rock of support, always there for me. He cooks us lunch on weekends because he knows I probably wouldn't stop writing to eat if he didn't. He encourages me when I become discouraged. He listens to me yack about writing when I know it doesn't interest him. He cheers me on with each success. And keeps telling me my big break's coming. I love him so much for that. And for so many other things I couldn't possibly list them all.

So happy anniversary to Gary and me! I hope I've managed to make him as happy as he's made me.