... a little romance ...

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We're celebrating our anniversary tonight -- 20 maddeningly lovely years.  It's not that I picked George out of a crowd, God led me to him.  I was supposed to do my VS assignment in Phoenix, AZ that winter of 1988.  At the last minute, they changed it to San Antonio, TX.  Where George lived.  God just knows.

"By in love she meant the acuteness of the heart at the sudden sight of a particular person or the way over a couple of years of interested friendship one is suddenly stunned by the lungs' longing for more and more breath in the presence of that friend."  ~Grace Paley


The wine is chilling, steaks and shrimp are marinating, and a variety of veggies to grill are cut and prepared.  French bread is waiting to be torn off as needed, and two lovely pink candles (a anniversary gift from a friend) are waiting to be burned.  We are setting this day aside for us -- because that's what we were first...us.

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Anonymous said…
Happy romantic anniversary!!
May 28, 2010 at 10:59 PM
Tina said…
Aawwww, congratulations my lovely friends. So glad our paths have crossed.
Blessings
T
June 3, 2010 at 7:52 PM
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