Nineteen years ago today I got my first, last and most favorite engagement ring. I was nineteen years old at the time. For some reason this seems poignant and significant to me. It gives new meaning to that old "Better Half" expression.
This, my former fiance's 20 year old college ID card, took me only two minutes to locate. It is in his top desk drawer along with his Porsche Club of America membership card, his Kmart and Kroger namebadges and about 50 random loose keys. The guy is nothing if not prepared. It is one of the many things I love about him.
Life with my parents was Part One. They did their best with the terrible twos, chicken pox and puberty. Brad got Part Two and has seen me through PMS, fertility drugs and mommyrage. (I'll bet he can't wait for Part Three--teenagers! And menopause!)
Here are nineteen words for my better half: