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Thirteen Thousand, Eight Hundred And Seventy Days.

Four Hundred And Fifty Six Months.

Thirty Eight Years.

Thirty eight years???  Holy Moly time flies when you’re having fun.  I mean jeez, it seems like it was just a couple years ago when the Beatles first came to America on the Mayflower (or something like that).

As of Sunday, August 21, I will have the privilege of being married to the Most Beautiful Woman In The Universe for 38 years.  Now if there are any other Beautiful Women reading this, please do not despair.  Here’s why:  although it is impossible for you to compete with my Lovely Girlfriend for the title of Most Beautiful Woman In The Universe; please be very aware that all the other women in the universe are the Second Most Beautiful Woman In The Universe.  So even though you cannot be the Most Beautiful in my universe, you are now and always will be the Second Most Beautiful.

That is my professional opinion.  If you don’t believe me, just ask me some time.

For us, being married is finally getting easier.  Almost as natural as breathing, really.  However we still have a few (very few) times when it feels like we are breathing in a few bugs and they get stuck in our throats.  But after a few pittoooeys or boohoos or maybe a grunt or two, it’s all better and time to kiss and make out.  In other words, life is not always peaches and root beer.  We do disagree, but we can finally disagree without being disagreeable.  Most of the time.

Here’s a nice bonus:   SHE LETS ME KISS HER!!  Now that’s really nice, ya know??

Sometimes we are asked how we’ve managed to pull this marriage thing off.  Well here are some observations and / or suggestions I’d like to offer for your reading enjoyment:

1)  We were very good friends for several months before we started wondering what was hidden under each other’s clothing.

Q)  When we realized it was true, we made sure to tell each other “I Love You” at least once a day.

27)  Before we got married, we made verbal contracts.  Things like: “we must always tell the truth no matter what;” and “if we have kids, we can’t have just one, and no more than two.” 

B)  We go on dates.  Movies, concerts, picnics, vacations.  Sometimes it’s something simple like renting a video and taking the phone off the hook.  Or maybe even just taking the phone off the hook…

V3)  We say “please,” “thank you,” and “you’re welcome.”

#)  We hold hands often.  One of my favorite stories about this:  Our daughter’s best friend Andrea said “Look at those cute old people going into the store holding hands,” to which our daughter Jessica replied, “that’s my PARENTS!!”

8F)  I tell her she’s beautiful.  And of course, I mean it.

And last but not least,

K!)  Communicate, communicate, communicate.  Never assume.  Talk stuff over.  Big stuff, little stuff.  And be nice about it all.  God knows we live in a crazy world, there’s no need to fling fire at each other at home.

I could go on and on… suffice it to say that we’ve learned how to treat each other as if we were best friends.  That’s probably because we ARE best friends.  Hasn’t always been easy, but definitely worth it. 

Life is good.  We have enough to eat, a nice home, beautiful offspring.  Yes, the verbal contract stated two kids  They aren’t kids anymore, but they’re ours so we’ll call them “the kids” whether they like it or not.  Except to their faces… then we let them know that they are simply beautiful people.  And we tell them “I Love You” whenever we see or talk to them.

And the coolest thing is, we’re in love.  Did I mention I have the privilege of being married to the Most Beautiful Woman In The Universe?? 

These days, George’s song flows through my mind and often out of my vocal chords…