It was this month. Back in 1997. When I met Lisa. My wife. I don't remember the exact date, but it was 25 years ago. I was working at one of the two X-Tra Marts in Laconia. She was the manager of the other one. A few times a week, she delivered fresh sandwiches to the location I was working at.
This is just a handful of yummies that we gathered over Lisa's birthday weekend. Yesterday, we got ground beef and beef short ribs from B-Z-B FARM LLC (our favorite and only go-to farm-to-table meat).
Happy Birthday to this incredible woman who I am beyond blessed and proud to call my wife. You're totally rockin' the big 54. I'm not going to lie. I'm a bit sentimental because we met 25 years ago. You, in your late '20s. I somehow managed to throw you a surprise birthday party when you hit the big 30.
I am an avid reader. I read every single night. I finished this book a couple of weeks ago. I'm going to give thanks to the Universe. Because. After the past year and a half, I needed to read this memoir. It fell into my hands at just the right time. Why?
Happy 10 Year Wedding Anniversary to US! I can't believe it has been 10 years since I stood face to face. With you. Reading our vows. And saying, "I do." To an amazing woman who, in a few short months this year, I met 25 years ago.
This is a random photo of black licorice. It has nothing to do with this blog column. But. I never publish a blog column without a photo. So. Why the randomness?
From 2012 through 2019 I posted this photo on my personal social media pages. Every year. On July 12th. I even published a few blog columns about this day. That was the day we moved into our home in 2012. In a lovely neighborhood. We were beyond excited. Stressed. Overwhelmed.
