Mark & I got married! We’ve been together 17 years. I know how lucky we are. We were friends first. From the beginning it was special, I never had friend like him and then it blossomed into so much more on Valentine’s Day 17 years ago in the Columbus Circle subway station.
Mark has pushed me to do so many wonderful things, to leave my fears behind.
I never would have done music without him. I never thought I had it in me. (I’ll blog about that another day) I would have left my guitar in the closet as a perpetual staining regret.
I also would never be this close to finishing my novel because he’s been there every step of the way encouraging me and just telling me on the weekend, week night, etc. Okay, for the next few hours, you have to write, miming a whip.
We’re so fortunate to have each other.
We’re going to catch a little of the US Open today and then see the horror flick You’re Next (because nothing spells romance like an indie bloody home invasion flick and on this past Valentines I did drag him to see Warm Bodies (zombie romance) – which he loved).