This is the man I married.
When I introduce him, it is as my first husband. 'Til death do us part or something better comes along. And here we are 20 years later.
Handyman, small engine repairman, cheese head, master electrician, genius with knots, able to talk to a wall, his natural state is happy, the only thing he wants is to "have a nickel more than I need".
Plighting one's troth on the day of the summer solstice is, I would guess, symbolic of something.
ReplyDeleteThe days grow shorter? Winter approaches? Turn, turn, turn? Anyway, congrats on the twenty. And many more.
The shortest night. Thanks.
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