A few weeks ago, Tim and I sat around with friends after all the kids had gone to sleep. We drank beer, shared stories, and laughed until we cried.
Tim told a story about how, when we first started dating, I told him that he should squeeze the toothpaste tube from the bottom up to make it last longer. (I was really laying on the sexy to keep this guy.) I didn't remember this at all but apparently I made a game out of it and every time he was ready to throw in the towel and buy a new tube, I challenged him to squeeze more out and sure enough he could. Before you get worried that we were compromising our dental hygiene, let me assure you that I have been cavity-free for 31 years.
Some time later, with a bright smile on his face, he asked me to marry him.
Smart guy. I'm obviously a total catch.
Happy anniversary, TT.
Love ya. Here's to fresh breath and us.