the witty repartee of my usual charming demeanour will return anon
Category: love
>18 years and a dozen roses.
>18 years ago I met my bride. I can remember the day like it was yesterday. My daughter was there, but too young to remember. I remember going to her staff Christmas party that night, because her girlfriends asked me if I would take her. I was surprised at the number of cousins I had…