Happy 43rd

It's said we don't meet the people we love, we recognize them. Come August 12th we'll have been married forty three years. My goal is fifty. Beyond that? Forty five years ago we didn't know each other - but came that instant later - a door opened, literally - we connected and that was fade in with a smash cut. Her smile was bright as the lighthouse at Alexandria where mirrors captured the sun. They reflected its rays and aimed them back at enemy ships until they burned and sank. Well, that night, around 8pm, when that door opened and that lighthouse cut loose, my ship burned and sank. But, J was a pretty good swimmer and has kept me afloat ever since then. Mazel tov, Toots. I love you truly. And good luck.