So why am I saying happy 21st?
That's easy. That's how many birthdays of his we have spent together. It's almost hard to believe. I remember 3 years ago when we had spent 18 years together that I told him, "Do you realize that from this year forward we will have always known each other longer than we hadn't known each other". Now we have known each other more than half our lives. Crazy.
I remember when we first met. Jeff's friend, John, and my friend, Jennifer, had dated for a while. I had told Jennifer that I needed a date for our senior prom and did she know anyone that I could go with. She told John that she thought Jeff and I should meet. So John told Jeff , you know to reel him in, that I was, let's say, well endowed. Jennifer told me that Jeff had a black Jeep Wrangler.
Hello. What were your priorities at 17 and 18 years old. Geez.
On April 20, 1990 was our first date. We doubled with Jennifer and John. We went to see "Pretty Woman". At the end of the night, and Jennifer NEVER lets me forget this, I told her,"Well he didn't talk to me much so I guess we'll just go to the prom together and that will be it."
It has been almost 22 years since I met that boy. He certainly learned to talk more.
I don't have those boobs anymore and he doesn't have that black Jeep either. I guess we found out other things to keep us together.
To my darling other half, or as he has turned into some days, my other 3/4's, I wish you happy birthday. I hope we spend many more together.
Oh, and don't forget, we have spent 1 more of my birthdays together than we have of yours. So lucky you, in December, I will be turn 22. I'll be older than you.
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