When I met him it wasn’t exactly love at first sight. It was more like disappointment. I’d been waiting for the guy who plays the banjo for two days, and when he finally showed up it was in a station wagon (woodie even) full of girls. Much later I learned the harem were his sisters and their friends, but even after we took a ride down the road in that woodie, I wasn’t in love, I was barely in like. But love grew and through trials and tribulations, happiness and sadness, richer and poorer we’ve stuck it out…. 43 years today.
And I love him more every day.