The Seven Year Itch

The first verse was: "You changed into a red golf shirt and changed my world."  I can't remember the rest of the poem I wrote that term in Creative Writing senior year, but really the first line says it all.  It was October 1st, 1994 and on our first official date, you showed up at my house on 44th with not the typical t-shirt, but a golf shirt.  Bright red.  Hat turned backwards.  Clean shaven.  Those dimples.  Wow.  You took me to a pizza place downtown that no longer exists and then to ice cream on the waterfront.  We watched Stand By Me in your parent's basement and you drove me home.  Something just seemed right.

15 1/2 years later we are celebrating our 7th wedding anniversary.  Those first 8 1/2 years had some rocky moments, but the last 7 have been rock solid.  We have done so much.  Eugene, Moraga, FedEx, PSU, Murphy, our first house, PA school, Platt, Petie, OHSU, Providence, our second house, Chloe, the saga continues. We have grown up together.  And made this life our own.  Who would of thought I would ever have changed my last name or that you would have insisted in having bubbles blown as we left the church?  It is ever evolving, ever changing, but always working. 

You are my sure thing in a crazy world of who knows what is next.  You tell jokes that I don't like to admit are still funny.  I smile everyday when I see you in Petie.  Standing on the ottoman singing a made up song in his made up language, shaking his hips and loving it all.  You are painfully honest and loyal to the end.  You work too hard (in a good way).  Your family and our family are always first and you are a true friend.  There isn't much about you that is wishy washy.  You are real.  Happy Anniversary My Love.