How cool is that?

Right about now I'm guessing you've got about 90% of your readers probably thinking you're both whacked out of your minds.

Not me. I met Teresa in May of 1990, at a time when we both were DONE with worrying about lovers. But, blammo!, we connected. I proposed to her three weeks later, in a tree, at midnight. A few months later we got married on the run, in San Francisco. We've been fools in love ever since, and the spark is still there.

So, I think you're both whacked too! And I love it!

Here's to you! smile I Only Want You