A Love Story

Now for something completely different. That young girl in the picture there is yours truly at 15 kissing my hunk of a boyfriend, Peter. Yesterday was the anniversary of the day he asked me out 28 years ago. It was a Friday the 13th as well. We often joke that we should have known our life together was going to be a roller coaster ride given the whole Friday the 13th launch to our relationship.

It took us 25 years to get back together after we broke up at 16. For much of those 25 years we remained close friends. (He’ll tell you that was because he had ulterior motives.) And I’ll tell you, this was no secret to anyone. Peter has been in my life for what seems like all of my life. He remembers me when I had big Jersey hair and a really great butt. There’s a lot to be said for that.

He does not let a day go by without telling me that he’s the luckiest man in the world. That makes me the luckiest woman in the world. Oh, and PS, he still makes that face when I kiss him. And, he still thinks I have a great butt. Now that’s love for you. Happy Valentine’s Day Sweetheart.