Yesterday was the 10th anniversary of our first date. In many ways the anniversary of our first date is more important to me than our wedding anniversary... it is the day we first laid eyes on each other, the day we first experienced the physical presence of this other person we had been emailing for 3 weeks after meeting online. We both were totally freaked out to be going on a date. What happens when I get nervous is that I talk 100 miles an hour... what happens to Thom is that he clams up. That might give you some indicator of what our date was like. The night before our date I had gone out to dinner with a group of women from work. I told them of my plan to meet Thom in an isolated parking lot and then get in his car and drive to dinner. Of course, everyone at the table freaked out and convinced me that there was a possibility that Thom was an axe murderer and that I should not get in to his car. I changed plans with Thom... meeting him at a Japanese restaurant in Wayne called Osaka. After dinner we decided to go out for coffee (which is really funny because Thom hates coffee) and I happily jumped in to Thom's car. When I got in he had NPR on the radio and I knew I had met some one who lived in my mental neighborhood. The next few months was that fuzzy-wonderful falling in love period where it is hard to concentrate on anything because you are consumed by thoughts of him, him, HIM! We got married the next year. It is still wonderful to be with Thom. I thank God everyday for this amazing man: incredible father, loving partner, top notch human being. To say that we were meant to be together is a vast understatement of an awe-inspiring union between kindred spirits. Happy 10th anniversary sweetie... I love you.