That's the Story of, That's the Glory of Love...

They met in a pool hall. Nope, I'm not kidding. It was a family hang out known as Bingle Billiard's.

He was playing pool with the usual crowd of friends and family when she offered to buy him a beer. Right then and there he knew she was the girl for him.

In truth they had known each other for quite some time. She was his sister's friend, and at one time was just another little brat hanging around the house.

Ah, but little brats tend grow up and have beautiful blue eyes. And enjoy your jokes. And offer to buy you a beer.

She hadn't given him much thought until the night when they started up a conversation that, before she knew it, had lasted in to the early morning. Afterwards her stomach felt the effects of their laughter, her heart felt a surfeit of being and her mind was a tad bit dizzy from twirling around thoughts of him.

She loved his voice. When he talked she could close her eyes and feel the heat of the sun on her face, the soft sand give way and the waves washing up over her feet.

He loved her smile and those gorgeous blue eyes. When he looked into her eyes he found himself standing in front of his old school locker in between classes with his insides all gooey from just seeing his first crush. (Hey folks, I just report it as I know it.)

They were together quite often and never ran out of words, laughter or passion. Their's was not the normative chick-flick romance. But it was love. Whether they admitted it or not.

So where are these two love-birds today? Ah, after 16 years of togetherness, 14 years of marriage, 2 children, 2 states, 5 abodes, countless trials and 1000's of fights later they are still in love. At least now they admit it.

Happy Anniversary to the love of my life! I'd offer to buy you a beer but it might get us fired.