Five years ago, I went on a date with a boy. The first time I'd ever been to the drive-in theater.
I knew that there was something special, different and totally perfect about this boy,
and I only hoped that he would stick around long enough to see that we could be something great.
There isn't a day that goes by that I don't feel lucky to have his love.
Congratulations on tolerating me for five whole years.
So here's to a thousand more..
As he said this morning.. "we're a whole hand old!"
