Who says 13 is a unlucky number? No one in this household. I’ve been assigned numero 13 on a sports jersey several times and played just as well as in any other non-13 uniform. OK, maybe 13 is tough when our children become teenagers, but that can happen earlier (ack!) or later.
13 years ago today, Dad walked his youngest child down the aisle on a sunny, hot summer Fort Worth day. Paul stood tall, literally at 6’4″ and barely beneath the chupah (mini-roof made of cloth), at the end of said aisle and gently took his bride from her father’s arms. 13 years, two children, two major moves, and one Beagle later, we are still tight (avoiding mushiness for your sake) — aw, what the hey? Close your eyes for three words — still in love.
Thanks for humoring me during this personal entry that had to go in. Back to your scheduled Notes.
Secret message to Paul: 180!!!∞
In the wedding anniversary list, 13 is the year of the fur and fabric on the modern list whereas traditional is lace. Nah, tech gadgets are my thing. Wanna know what I got him? Short story long as Christine says: He was born in the year this show’s original series debutted and we started dating when its "next" series hit the air. He started collecting all the original episodes before we married, but sweetly got rid of them because the particular edition wasn’t captioned and a newer edition came out with captions. I treated him to 1 and 3. Why 1 and 3, skipping 2? Two reasons:
He spoiled me with a Palm m515, first color and fourth Palm handheld.
Gotta run, they’re playing our song.
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