See that studly man in the knee socks? That's my man. Smooch!

The last time that he marched in the Memorial Day parade was probably about thirty years ago. He may have taken it a bit too far on Monday. 

Yep, it's been thirteen years together. We're leaving Jonah in charge for an hour tonight and slipping around the corner for a quickie dinner of sushi to celebrate our anniversary. 

When we got married 13 years ago in Mount Carmel chapel, did I ever imagine that I would marry a man that wore folded knee socks and shorts? No, I did not.