28 years ago today, at this very moment (7:30 am), I first laid eyes on Magnum. (The date was actually November 28th that year, too!) Most of you know the story, so I won't rehash the whole thing here. (Those of you who don't are welcome to search the archives. Go to the label "ex" and/or "Thanksgiving" for the scoop.) Over the past 28 years, I have wondered many times how different my life would be if only I hadn't volunteered to work the opening shift that day, or if he hadn't volunteered to work, or if that dirty old man hadn't encouraged us to talk to each other. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't sometimes wished none of it had happened. It definitely would have saved me a lifetime of being on this emotional roller-coaster I call my life.
But, then I remind myself that if none of it had happened, I wouldn't have my beautiful Stud Muffin, and HE is worth every second of whatever "drama" I've endured.
Baby, as we embark upon the 29th year of being in each other's lives, I want to thank you for giving me the greatest gift I'll ever receive. I love you just as much, if not more, than I did almost 3 decades ago. Happy Thanksgiving, and Happy Anniversary!