Endless Love

If it's true there is but one true love for each of us in this life, then I am the luckiest woman on this planet to have found the long-suffering Mr. Fry.

The photo below was taken when he was in his late teens, but he looked more or less the same when I met him in his late twenties. He sparked a longing and a hunger (you may read that: 'lust') that made me weak in the knees, as he does to this day. It's a long and steamy story, but the short version is we were dating other people when we met, canoodled a bit, parted ways, married and divorced other people, and found each other again 8 years later. The second I saw him again, I knew. We're chubby and middle aged now (and his hair is gone), but this is what I see when I close my eyes.

Mike's own biological father was absent, and his stepdad experiences were less than fond memories, which strengthened his resolve to be a good dad. He wanted children, but that wasn't in the cards for us. My son, Jesse, was 7 years old when Mike and I married. Their relationship can best be summed up by saying Jesse calls Mike 'Dad' and his biological father by his first name.

State Fair of Texas

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Fort Jackson, SC

Mike Fry, you're the love of my life, and I just adore you. You'll always be my favorite redhead. You make me laugh and you've given me a life more wonderful than I could ever have imagined. I'm grateful for every single second with you, come what may. Thanks for EVERYTHING.

You're the one for me, and you still do it for me, baby, baby.