Do you remember that day we spent together just us? No kids, no obligations? We ordered cocktails during our long lunch eaten outside in the sunshine. You never looked more gorgeous to me than you did that afternoon in your beat-up Detroit hat and old Harley sweatshirt.
It was a perfect day. We were relaxed, we laughed and talked, the kids behaved at bedtime. Sometimes marriage is like that. A day of perfection and old Detroit hats and cheers to a good life while sitting at a picnic table. Sometimes it's not.
In 12 years of marriage we've had our perfect days, our bad days and our average days. But every single day has been ours and for that, I raise a glass to us.
I love you, Rich. Happy anniversary.