First picture, second time to ever see each other
72: The number of hours until Rebecca and I will be having a huge dinner in Frankfurt at her best friends house and then spending the night on the town, before leaving for Heidelburg on Sunday afternoon.
72: The number of days since she was spending Christmas with me and my family in Cincinatti.
7 + 2: The number of days we'll get to spend together.
720: The price of a last minute Christmas Eve plane ticket to fly the girl you've fallen for to your house for 4 days, just so you can make certain your feelings that she is the one are right.
720: The price of a well planned out plane ticket from San Antonio to New York to Frankfurt and back again for your wife.
**
And to think, there was a time when I was certain I'd never find a girl who understood that Tchaikovsky is vastly superior to Chopin. The latter is a bore and the former, while he does play too many notes, is heaven to the ears.
Time does so many things.
10 comments:
That is a really cute picture you two!
Is it just me or does my hand on her shoulder look really creeepy?? But my hair looks great, so it evens out. No harm no foul. :0
Rice Town
She looks a little pale!
wow, life is weird. 7+2 the number of pounds my scale is off.
72 years of blessed, abundant life together - that's what we're praying for you two!
I'm ashamed I didn't think of number 4 or 5. I must be slipping, losing my edge... :)
Great pic, love all those *starry* eyes, it appears even Rudolph has 'em.
Seven: the perfect number! Hopefully this doesn't mean seven kids in seven years, of course, that beats 72...! Enjoy all your minutes together. :o)
Sky,
I think seven kids in seventy years is just as terrifying as seven years. Can you imagine?? Those would be some cool kids though...
Thanks for the kind wishes :)
Rice Town
Maybe 0 kids for the first seven years, then twins!
i've not even met her, but i like her. thank god for a woman who knows that tchai kicks chopin's ass. chopin is deadly dull, and tchai's about to pull his hair out.
Post a Comment