Reader, I married him. Seven years ago today.
We were married in our back yard (which sounds SO unfashionable, but we had a waterfront property, so I think that redeems us), just a couple of punk kids exchanging rings and trying not to let my veil whip anyone in the front row.
I had a blast, and I still do, every day. Wu-Tang helps.
Happy anniversary, Veggie Dad. If you get itchy this year, I don’t wanna know about it!