When I came back here after a one month sabbitical I mentioned that I would be doing a new feature on Sundays-my research from my time off.
That will be delayed.
I'm an not 100% mentally today. This is due to some celebration last night.
This past weekend is the 28th anniversary of my first date with CJ.
We celebrate it because even after all these years it's still amazing to us.
I'm not sure I've told this story in the past, but CJ and I had our first date in college. I was a sophomore and he was a freshman.
A relationship was in had disintegrated. I didn't want to be alone for the weekend. I had met CJ through some friends of mine. So knowing how to get what I want at the ripe age of 19 I propositioned him. He accepted and we had a fantastic weekend. He was a gentleman and he was on fire. We had sex six times that first night, ah to be young, and we spent the remaining time in the school year together. I figured when I left for home that was it. I had planned on it being a one-night-stand. Within a few weeks I got a nice letter from CJ, yes that was back in day when you had to write a letter. I knew it was going to last longer and I was glad because I already knew he was perfect. We had plenty of ups and downs, lived together, got married, had a wonderful child, got divorced, remained apart for 17 years, and have now been back together for 3 years and counting.
So we celebrate. We smile at each other and talk about how good it all is. We caress and kiss and silently tell each other how good it all is.
It is all perfect, again.
So we celebrate.