Sixteen years ago, a co-worker kept insisting, “You gotta meet my roommate.” Later that week, on the 18th of May*, he set us up at the Gold Cane. It turns out Spoonie just wanted your room.
Exactly two years later (almost) on the 17th, we were married. It was the happiest day of my life. Really.
Every day together is a reminder of just how happy. Thank you. For everything. Really.
*UPDATE (May 17, 2021): After years of disagreement and a quick consult with Siri, I finally agree that Friday, May 19 was that day we met at the Gold Cane.