Thankful Unveiling

[Another Update: Jim says it was [actually] a Sunday we met and at the risk of making you puke, he just added “How could I ever forget – it was the most important day of my life.”]

[Edit:  Our date in the pub was not our actual first meeting.  That was at quarter to three on a soft grey October Friday afternoon, 1989.  He was wearing a tweed blazer with leather patches on the elbows and me my blue chiffon.  (Okay, I was actually in my merlot wool suit but I just love saying “my blue chiffon.”)

And dang my math is bad – we got together in 1990, so it’s actually 18 years ago we’ve been manacled in bliss (but I wish it were 19.)  [Or 22.]

[In black below was my originally published post.]

A girl just never knows when she hits it off with a good looking, seemingly nice guy in a pub what could happen.  Will they go on a second date, get married, but soon hate each others’ guts?  Or will she, as I, find herself still happy many (19) years later and falling in love with him all over again?

My man started building this treehouse for Kelly in March (I took the top 2 pix about an hour ago.)  I’ll let the montage speak for what kind of guy I was lucky enough to snag.  And how thankful I am that I did!