Forty-two years ago today I went on a date with a guy.
Kind of. I wasn’t sure I should go, but I did.
Forty-two years later I’m still dating that same guy.
Kind of. I married him.
I won’t say that our date all those years ago was without complications because it wasn’t.
I won’t say that the forty-two years since have been absolutely perfect because they haven’t. ( What long term relationship is?)
I will say that I’ve never regretted going on that date. I’ve never regretted marrying that guy the following June, raising a family with him or building a business with him. Now I’m looking forward to retirement with him.
That guy is the love of my life.