That’s me and Banjo Man. Birds of a feather, two halves of a whole, two peas in a pods, bumps on a log.
We’ve been married for 46 years, as of today. My oh my, does that make me feel old.
We’re four years away from getting our picture in the paper. You know the one, where it shows an elderly, white-haired, sweet couple’s photo next to a grainy fifty-year old version of their very young, un-wrinkly, hopeful, smiling selves.
I think I’ll skip that particular photo op in 2020.
We’ve decided to celebrate with a little campfire on the beach. Just the two of us. And the gazillion rocks.
I love the rocks. Just like I love Banjo Man.