No way. Really?
Has it been 10 years, hon? lol - sometimes it feels like 5, and sometimes it feels like 20. ;)
Wasn't it not too long ago, when we'd walk the shores at La Jolla in the wee hours of the morning, or make up stories whenever we were in an elevator just to get a rise of the poor folks riding with us?
Remember the first time we went to the zoo together? Snapped a pic of you and Einstein eating popcorn, and then you flipped him upside down just to make him laugh. It was the first pic I put up at work... wish you could've seen everyone's faces as they'd squint at the picture, not believing what they saw with their own eyes.
"Wow. He looks like Joe...!"
And even though they'd said it aloud, they still didn't believe it until I confirmed, "It is him!"
I remember having to go out for a dinner meeting downtown, and you'd stayed home with Einstein. It was a long day, and I was ready for the evening to be over. But out of nowhere, one of their chefs pulls a mini-trolley up to us, tableside. He starts whipping stuff together, and it looks like something sweet!
The look of confusion must've been apparent in all of our faces, but it wasn't long before he started to explain. Yet for some reason, he was speaking directly to me, with just a hint of a French accent and a knowing smile on his face.
"Good evening, Miss. I understand that Bananas Foster is one of your favorite desserts... Your husband called to request it on your behalf. While we don't actually offer it on our menu, we'd be delighted to make an exception."
Has it been 10 years, hon? lol - sometimes it feels like 5, and sometimes it feels like 20. ;)
Wasn't it not too long ago, when we'd walk the shores at La Jolla in the wee hours of the morning, or make up stories whenever we were in an elevator just to get a rise of the poor folks riding with us?
Remember the first time we went to the zoo together? Snapped a pic of you and Einstein eating popcorn, and then you flipped him upside down just to make him laugh. It was the first pic I put up at work... wish you could've seen everyone's faces as they'd squint at the picture, not believing what they saw with their own eyes.
"Wow. He looks like Joe...!"
And even though they'd said it aloud, they still didn't believe it until I confirmed, "It is him!"
I remember having to go out for a dinner meeting downtown, and you'd stayed home with Einstein. It was a long day, and I was ready for the evening to be over. But out of nowhere, one of their chefs pulls a mini-trolley up to us, tableside. He starts whipping stuff together, and it looks like something sweet!
The look of confusion must've been apparent in all of our faces, but it wasn't long before he started to explain. Yet for some reason, he was speaking directly to me, with just a hint of a French accent and a knowing smile on his face.
"Good evening, Miss. I understand that Bananas Foster is one of your favorite desserts... Your husband called to request it on your behalf. While we don't actually offer it on our menu, we'd be delighted to make an exception."
Can you imagine? The flambe? This tableside performance had certainly turned me into the envy of every woman dining in the restaurant that night. ;)
The memory of that moment still pulls at my heart strings...
Though... there are somethings that don't change.
Like when we'd get into a big fight, and when you'd get so dang... arrogant... I'd inevitably slam the door in frustration on my way out of the room... But it's always you who comes back to try again...
The memory of that moment still pulls at my heart strings...
Though... there are somethings that don't change.
Like when we'd get into a big fight, and when you'd get so dang... arrogant... I'd inevitably slam the door in frustration on my way out of the room... But it's always you who comes back to try again...
Somehow, you'd figured out that just because you initiated, didn't mean that you were admitting fault.
Or how anything that goes wrong on the homefront, can somehow be traced back to me to be my fault. Like when you tripped on the vacuum cord and cussed me out from the next room?
Or how to this day, for no reason at all... you can still bring me flowers. Just like those roses sitting atop the island counter...
***
Ten years ago today, we got married at sunset at the Kauai Marriott's Chapel by the Sea. You'd given me your mother's wedding dress from 1965 to wear for ours... and I'd sang Celine Dion's "Because You Loved Me" to you, as something mysteriously got caught in your eye...
Happy Anniversary, Skinny Ass. It's a lot of work, and it's not always easy... But I'd do it all over again to have what we have today...
So if you haven't already figured it out, I guess I do love you.
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