Two Years
It was a very cold December night. I was working at the bike shop and was pretty nervous. See, I had a date lined-up around the corner at the Herkimer.
Kate was waiting for me in front of the shop. We did the small talk thing while we walked over. There was beer.
I don't remember what we ate. I was too fixated on her eyes, what she was saying, the sound of her voice. The way she laughed. I didn't know where it was going to go when all this happened, but I knew that the journey was going to be a good one.
That date and these two years have just been the start of things. I can't imagine a life without her, I can't imagine growing the way I have without her. And I can't imagine her not being around to share in everything.
It's a good thing I'm marrying her, huh?*
* That is predicated on her ability to survive the nine hours my wedding vows are going to take me to recite.















December 7th, 2009 - 19:23
Dude. That’s excellent.
This meeting the right person is a fine idea.
-Liddle-Oldman-