Love at First Sight…

My husband, the handsome Texan with blue eyes, admitted to loving me at first sight.  I hadn’t given him permission or even really noticed the chemistry that had arced between us while I dashed around hiring out cars to a group of loud American tourists, of which he was one.  I am being unfair and not entirely truthful, although he was wearing a Hawaiian shirt and looked for the world like a tourist, he was 1) not a member of that group and 2) not loud.   He managed to get me to fall for him in his home town (a large metropolitan city really) and keep all the vows he made on our wedding day.  To date he has comforted, honoured and kept me in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, and remained a faithful and perfect Southern Gentleman for many, many, well not all that many, years.

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