Happy Spam

Four years ago tonight was our first date, which I actually didn't know was a date until about halfway through when Mark held my hand at the Waterfront.



Here's us on our first anniversary (AKA Spamalamaversary, AKA Spamalama, AKA Spam), taking in Stomp at the civic center. Tonight will be a landmark Spam in a different way. Me being on the road to health, the most important gift, will mean a much quieter night than some we've had. But I know that today, even though I can't really put it into words, I am so much more grateful and in awe of this relationship we've been given a chance at. It's seen us through some nasty stuff, has brought us days of bliss I couldn't have imagined, and it gets better every minute.