It all started closer to thirty-five years ago when I met this black-belt in karate class. He was a brute, able to break cinder blocks with his head. Yes, I guess you could say he’s hard-headed. 😉 And when we sparred, I’m sure he could have killed me…
But happily, he fell in love with me instead!
We had quickly become friends, and that friendship gradually developed into so much more. We fell in love. We got married.
❤ And the wonderful thing is, we are still friends. ❤
We have celebrated many anniversaries since then–well this is the thirty-third so I guess that’s obvious;)–and there have been many surprises along the way. Of course there are the kinds of everyday surprises, good and bad, but I think more good than bad, BUT Lee has also given me some special anniversary surprises… Like gathering family and friends at Coombs for our 25th
And then there was the time our bestest friends, Bev Stiffler Smith and Michele and Wendell Harper drove all the way down to the beach to help us celebrate our 30th. I had no idea they were coming until they showed up. These people sure do know how to keep a secret!
Our thirty-three years of marriage have been filled with fun and adventures, and we’ve traveled to places I never thought I’d see…
The travel has been amazing–neither of us was a world-traveler–but half the fun was in the planning and anticipation. In this our thirty-third year of marriage we had planned trips back to two of our favorite places–Hawaii and South Africa–but we, like everybody else, did not travel this year. We spent all those months together–just the two of us–and that was okay. I was recently thinking how miserable that time could have been if we didn’t get along well–if we didn’t like each other. But we do. Hallelujah!
And I am grateful!
This final picture I will borrow from my husband–who by the way is about half the man he used to be after losing weight and getting so svelte–because this is the perfect then and now.
Happy Anniversary, Lee!
The Writings of G. K. Bostic 