I saw a lot of things.
I lived in a lot of places (including our recent move, I have had over 25 addresses in my life. Excessive, I know.)
I kissed a lot of frogs (okay, not so many frogs, but it sort of goes with the theme I've got goin' here).
And then I kissed Buzz.
He made me swoon.
He'd been making me swoon for many months prior to that first night out and every day since. He's a late bloomer. A bit slow on the uptake, if you know what I mean.
He makes me laugh.
He tickles my funny bone.
He loves my dogs. Even when one of them stole his chocolate rum cake, ate the whole thing and then passed out at the foot of the bed - drunk. I think that was a bonding moment for my boys. Both of them have each had too much booze and passed out at the foot of my bed. It happens.
More importantly, my dogs love him. So much so that I often have to compete with one of them for his attention. I often lose the competition.
He's smart.
He likes a lot of the same things I do.
He thinks pajama days are as equally important as movie nights, live concerts, cheering for the Leafs and road trips.
He loves a good road trip. We've taken just a few.
He took me to Paris.
Although I had had plenty of opportunities to go, I had been saving Paris for "The One" for years. Because Paris is a place you only go to with "The One".
He also took me to Florence.
And Rome.
And Monte Carlo.
And Oregon and PEI and many points in between.
But he took me to Paris. That's big.
On Tuesday he celebrates his ??? birthday. I wish I could give him the equivalent of Paris. Or Florence. Or Rome. Or Portland or PEI or points in between.
Instead he'll get lasagna. And while it doesn't compete with Paris...it is mighty fine lasagna.
Happy Birthday Buzz!
