|Here's to us, in another 40 years.|
I owe you an apology.
When I fell in love again back in 2008, I couldn't help myself. I wanted to share it with the world. After all, I was sharing every pratfall I experienced that led up to that point in Kiss & Tell The World, why not share the ecstatic joy of falling in love with ya'all as well? I felt a duty to prove to my dear readers that while I was fully capable of being snarky, sarcastic and pessimistic as hell about post-40 dating, that I was just as capable of expressing my newfound optimism and boundless love when I met the right person?
And then, at some point, after that new car smell wore off, I stopped sharing.
And for that, I apologize. To you, my sweet man. Because here we are, 2 1/2 years later, and I still love you so so so so so much that I have gone up against the biggest corporation in America to save your mother's house when she was wronged. I love you so so so so so so much that I don't stomp hard on your foot when you encourage my parents to come and visit more often because "Family is everything!" as you are so quick to point out, darn you. I love you so much. And I don't want anyone to think that just because I don't write about it as much anymore, that I love you any less.
I plan on loving you for the rest of my life, until we're older than our own parents now. And I plan on still having those lovely, lingering kisses with you when we're well into our 80's. And you know how I am. Once I set my mind to something, I'm in it for the long haul, baby. So keep doing those lip calisthenics!
In the meantime, readers, check out my new blog detailing my efforts at restoring my lover's mother's home, which was improperly foreclosed upon by Bank of America.