it's that time again ...

I am posting this early because I don't think I'll get a chance tomorrow.

So:

Seventeen years ago this past September or so, I met dealio.

Somewhat shortly thereafter, I was walking back to my dorm from somewhere on campus, feeling homesick. There was snow on the ground, I think. And from behind me I heard someone call my name, and the thunk of boots on the sidewalk, and turned to see ... well, Scott, bounding over to me with his trench coat billowing around his legs, grinning at me. And I wasn't homesick anymore. In fact, I remember noticing how happy I was to see him.

Today (well, tomorrow as I write this) is our eighth wedding anniversary. And on the day we got married, I was, again, so happy to see him. And when I see him today ... well, you get the point.

There is no one in the world I would rather be married to. Happy anniversary, Scott. I love you.