At some point yesterday I jotted down the date in my work journal and paused for a moment… Something… urrr… wait a second… hmmmmmmm….

I wasn’t sure why – but with the six big bones on my plate at the office I didn’t ponder too long before the phone rang and I was off on the serial chain of distractions called a “day job”.

It wasn’t until later when Chad coaxed my memory on the phone that I knew why I was mentally stuttering earlier:

June 15th….. 1999…. Kevin and I met.

A quick stop by the store on the way home made sure I had tokens of appreciation… I was greeted in return with a “freshened up” kitchen with newly organized drawers, spice containers, little baskets for onions and potatoes, new towels, etc. etc. etc.

We went out for a really nice steak dinner and then headed over to Elise’s house for the ultimate in romantic evenings: Helping her assemble her bedroom set she just ordered from West Elm. Believe it or not, the evening couldn’t have been more appropriate and really nice.

Six years… woah…

You know you’ve been with someone for a long time when they’ve been around longer than most of the garments in your closet.

Kinda think of it,… he’s a lot like that favorite sweater we all have and don’t want to throw away.

Fuzzy… Comfortable… A few snags here and there… You’ve debated tossing it more than once – but you can’t imagine going a chilly fireside Sunday without it.

So who knows.. at this rate it’ll be 2019 and I’ll be metaphor slinging about some 20 year old garment I refuse to get rid of… and then subsequently deny I’m writing about it.

Happy Anniversary you old bastard. I still love ‘ya.