Your Face Smells Like Cake

12.22.12 = 12 years!

Twelve years ago today I married my best friend.  We spent the day separated.  I was with my Mom, daughter and MIL Bonnie, and Tony was with his Dad and son.

People who know me know that I am very low maintenance.  I don’t usually wear make-up, as soon as my hair is long enough to put in a pony tail, that’s usually how I wear it.

Twelve years ago today I got my nails done, I got a pedicure, my hair done and my make-up done!

We got married on the beach in Naples, Florida and as I walked to Tony and gave him a kiss before we had our short ceremony, the first thing he said to me was “Your face smells like cake!” because of all the make-up!

The best part though is that when everything was done, we had a delicious dinner and went into our hotel room, the first thing he said to me was “can you take all that make-up off?”

I was trying to put a video together of our life over the last 12 years, but it turns out I am a bit technically challenged, but I am still working on it. Open-mouthed smile

I’ve carried this picture in my wallet for 12 years.  Every time I pay for something I see it.

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It’s gotten creased and tumbled over the years, but it just reminds me that our love is everlasting even with all the bumps and bruises we’ve had in our lives the last twelve years.

So while I slept like the dead, Tony wrote this for the blog post today.  I hope you enjoy it!

From Tony . . .

The worst part of living inside of being me, is what goes on in my head. Today is my 12th wedding anniversary. As I write this my beautiful bride is still asleep in bed, her hair mashed about like a recently captured POW. I am up and inside my head is this song.

I have not heard this song in over twenty years. Why, this morning has it shown up?

I am truly blessed. I get to spend time with the nicest, cutest, cuddliest human on the earth. The odd part is she likes me. That part confuses me. I’m a guy who sometimes utters “hey, you wanna play where does this fit?”. This to me is a romantic overture. She actually laughs and enjoys the inference. She is my best friend, my lover, my confidant, and my rock.

While I am not a particularly religious person, I feel as some sort of divine intervention got us together. Now if you will excuse me, I am going to play wardens wife and the escaped prisoner.

Happy Anniversary My Love!  I love you!