Howard Jones - No one is to blame

It was my first ever junior high school dance. I was wearing a mint green pantsuit and pink lace-up jelly shoes. I had joined the badminton team for him. I would have hot flashes when I passed him in the hallway. I got dizzy when he talked to me. He asked me to dance to this song. I could have died happy that night. ~swoon~ I knew RC as 'Tigger' back then, and when he graduated from grade nine at the end of that school year, having never asked me for a second dance let alone a date, I thought I'd never feel the same again about another boy - that raw, innocent, pure attraction that kinda knocks the wind out of you. Thanks for the dance, Tigger, wherever you are...

I never crushed that hard again until I fell in love with my would-be husband when he was just 17, and I was 21. Though we'd known each other for 7 years by then, we were at very different places. We dated only for a few months, then lost track of each other for a few years. Last thing we knew of one another, I had married someone else, and he had moved to Ottawa.

Then, one fateful day at Tim Horton's we bumped into each other, older, time-worn, both of us separated from the other parents of our children. A year after that fateful reunion we bought our home together, and made Serejane.

I suppose I should have posted this on January 1st, which is our actual wedding anniversary, but after 20 years I think we are both comfortable knowing that no matter what comes our way, we'll always wait for each other.

I love you, Bill. Happy Anniversary.