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And The Baby Elephant Walk Played On...
Eleven years ago today I became the luckiest man in the world. The love of my life said, "I do," before all of our friends and family and she has stuck with me for eleven years.
We are not that mythical perfect couple, nor do we have a perfect marriage. We fight, we yell, we cry. Most of all though we love. There is no question that we love each other and would give anything for each other. We have hit the lowest of lows and the highest of highs together. We have survived times that may have shattered other marriages and we are still faced with challenges, but we manage to work our way through them just the same.
I look at her and smile and she wonders why, but all I can tell her is that I love her and it is the truth. She is the sunlight that illuminates my dreary night and I can't help but grin in the quiet moments of our life together.
Tracy has given me three beautiful children and she is a spectacular mother, caring for her boys in ways that I would never think about.
She is my partner and my future and I love her more than words can say. As a writer I find this a little embarassing. I should be able to extole her virtues in prose, but every attempt has left me feeling like I can do better. She is beautiful and smart to the point where I wonder how I got so lucky and when will she wise up. She is funny and puts up with my bad jokes too. She is my everything and I would be so much less without her.
I love you Tracy. Happy Anniversary.
Too Much Frosting
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Partners
“You know this can never last right?” Sheila looked up at Vince with a smile. She was lying on her side, barely covered by a rumpled sheet that had been pushed down to the bed only a few minutes earlier.
“I know,” Vince sighed, “we both knew that from the moment this started, but how long do you think we can make it work?” He stood facing the bed, buttoning his shirt, his eyes drawn to the gentle curve of the fabric that barely covered the body of his buddy’s wife.
“I think we can keep it going for quite a while longer,” Sheila sat up, tucking her legs beneath her and pulling up the sheet just enough to tease him with a little false modesty, “Jack and Linda both work so much that it’s easy for us to sneak in a little time together. I guess it is always possible that one of them could come home early and on the wrong day that could certainly put an end to things in a rather dramatic way, but I honestly don’t see that happening.” Their respective spouses had been A type personalities since college and getting into the workforce had pushed them both into overdrive. Vince and Sheila were simply along for the ride as Jack and Linda relentlessly climbed the corporate ladder. Continue reading Filed under Short Fiction, Writing
