41st.

No I am not talking about George H.W. Bush, the 41st President of the United States.

I am talking about my own personal high ranking official…my handsome, brilliant, kind, generous husband of 41 years.

Looking back, it was a perfect wedding day.

One hour before the outdoor event commenced it started to rain.

The gorgeous ceremony was staged on the terrace in a Stanford White mansion overlooking the water.

I had to not only control the curl, but I had to make the decision to nix my dream of saying, “I Do” as the waves washed up on the beach.

During the evening I was continually reassured that when it rains on your wedding day it is good luck.

Damn the doubts, the adage proved to be true.

I cannot imagine going through life without you.

Happy Anniversary to my everything, my life partner.

Love you madly despite your lack of love for the NY Giants and retail therapy.

I love you the most for being half of the partnership that created our amazing daughter.

Happy 41st…bring on 42💜