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Time is passing, the passing of time
Mar. 29th, 2012 10:47 amToday is my 21st wedding anniversary with Lennetta.
I look at that number and shake my head -- I am coming ever closer to being married more of my life than not married. It is a fact that I have known L since before many of you were aware of life (hint: it was before MTV). I think that means I am old, but I'll ignore that thought. :)
I suppose I could wax poetic about romance, stubborness and trickery. I could talk about the ups, downs, peaks, valleys. I could write about the laughs, tears, fights and reconciliations.
But I won't because many of us have those stories and scars.
I will simply say this: I could not be the man I grew up to be without her. Period. End of story.
I look at that number and shake my head -- I am coming ever closer to being married more of my life than not married. It is a fact that I have known L since before many of you were aware of life (hint: it was before MTV). I think that means I am old, but I'll ignore that thought. :)
I suppose I could wax poetic about romance, stubborness and trickery. I could talk about the ups, downs, peaks, valleys. I could write about the laughs, tears, fights and reconciliations.
But I won't because many of us have those stories and scars.
I will simply say this: I could not be the man I grew up to be without her. Period. End of story.
