I fell in love with my husband when I was 21 years old. I knew him for many years prior to then, but we never dated. In fact, for awhile, I dated his best friend. Chance is what brought us together that day in May, and it was music that made me realize I loved him.
You see, we spent a lot of time together with friends on his dock along the river. At some point in the day or night, he strummed his guitar, and we all sang along. Those were wonderful days.
One night, he pulled me away from the group and told me he wrote me a song. He asked to play it for me, and of course, I wanted to hear it. It was at that moment when I knew I was in love with him. It didn't matter that we had only been together a couple of weeks; I loved him- of that, I was certain.
We got married eight months later, much to everyone's surprise. Our families and friends thought we rushed and would not last. They were wrong.
I married my music man 24 years ago, and I love him more and more with each passing year.
Happy anniversary, baby.