Tenth Anniversary

There's a whole lot of seriousness going on here at "String Too Short to Tie" today. It was exactly ten years ago on this date that the Beloved Beautiful and I said "I do" and needless to say nothing has been the same since.

A woman looks at a man and thinks, "He has potential;" whereas the man looks at the woman and thinks, "She's exactly what I want." And of course he doesn't change and she does, thus warping her concept of what the forever-togetherness is all about, and confounding him as the changes come swiftly. And continuously.

Wait! I said "seriousness" was going on here. And so it is. This is it: I love you, JoAnn, more today than I did the day we were wed. Do we get along perpetually in perfect pleasantry? Is everything harmonious from dawn 'til dusk on a daily basis? Do homing pigeons on a mission roost in the forest? Do pigs have wings?

But every day I awaken to a good day because you are with me. And, of course, because I awaken.

Will we still be together ten years from now? Well, we will if a certain two octogenarians are still breathing in 2020. So long as I can put one foot in front of the other. Until the cows come home and the pigeons roost in the cote.