When I met my husband 26 years ago today, he wore a leather jacket and a bandanna tied around his head. (I won’t go into all the details here, but you can catch up with this little refresher.) I was slightly concerned for my safety that night, and while I soon learned he cleaned up quite nicely…
…I still wasn’t sure where this relationship was going to take me.
I had no idea I would eventually be cruising the dunes with him in Cabo San Lucas…
…or touring Madrid, Spain….
…or standing on top of the world in Tortola….
Had I known we would be swashbuckling with pirates in the Caribbean, I might have told the dew-ragged hoodlum to stay away all those years ago….
But then I would have missed a very nice excursion to Monte Carlo…
…and a memorable side trip to the beaches of Normandy, France…
…followed by a once-in-a-lifetime cruise down the River Siene in Paris.
Had I known 26 years ago that we would sit in the sun in Riviera Maya, Mexico, I probably would have insisted we tie the knot sooner, so we could get this show on the road….
I also didn’t know we would visit some amazing locales a little closer to home, like the twin spires of Churchill Downs in Louisville, KY…
…and the Budweiser Brewery in St. Louis…
…and, of course, the scenic banks of the Hudson River….
Twenty-six years ago, I had no idea where we were heading, but I sure am glad, I’ve stayed around for the ride. Happy anniversary, Hubby, I can’t wait to see where this adventure takes us next!
Stiletto Momma 