Forty-eight years ago, I married my best friend. We hadn't known each other for very long, but we knew we were meant to be.
In keeping with what has become a family tradition, we married on Thanksgiving Day. My maternal grandparents did because Grandpa got the day off from his milk delivery job. My parents did because my dad got a furlough from the Army Air Force that weekend. So, I thought it would be cool to do the same. Then (no pressure) our daughter married on Thanksgiving Day, too.
I'm thankful for the special man in my life who still brings me joy, happiness, laughter, and, most of all, love.