Two Decades

I can hardly believe this myself, y'all. I keep doing the math, thinking there's no way I got this right, but I think I got this right.

March 19, 1990 was the day Jason and I declared our love for each other in a high-school band room. March 19, 1990, will be 20 years ago tomorrow. Therefore, Jason and I have been a couple for 20 years.

Two decades. Holy crap.

Last year when I wrote about being together for 19 years, it didn't seem so momentous, even though 19 is a pretty impressive number, too. Add a 1, though, and suddenly it seems like a big deal, one we should be celebrating somehow. And perhaps we will--with ice cream cake and an evening of college basketball. Yeah, I think that fits.

I could never tell our story as well as I did the first year I had the blog when I marked our "dating anniversary" (and my chemo anniversary) by telling the tale. So tomorrow I am going to re-post the two-parter I did on that. If you've been with me since the beginning, it won't be anything new. But if you've just joining me in the last year or so, stop back on March 19 and hear how my high-school sweetheart and I hooked up. And how, on our 13th dating anniversary, he helped get me through one of the most horrifying days of my life.

In the immortal words of Taylor Swift...It's a love story, baby just say yes.