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Today is the 11th anniversary of The BCPF’s and my first date. Mind you, she was The BCPF before we were officially dating. She got her name before this. Which, by the way, if you’re new or have forgotten what BCPF stands for… it’s Beautiful Close Personal Friend. But, I took her to Charlotte to see Cowboy Junkies, a band that I had heard of but knew nothing about, but she was certainly a fan of.

But, before we went to Charlotte, when I picked her up from her mother’s house, I had written a song for her. I told her about it two days before, when I held her hand for the first time and told her that I loved her. “Oh, and I should warn you, I wrote you a song.” Yeah, before we ever started dating, I wrote her a song about how I felt. It was no secret but I felt the song told the story. So, there I was at her mom’s doorstep, guitar in hand and she opens the door. I handed her the lyric sheet (I suppose she still has that somewhere) and commenced playing and singing.

It must have worked because here we are, 11 years later, almost 7 of them married, and I still love her and she still loves me. We go through ups and downs, but not because of each other. In this 11 years, I can count on about three fingers where we had a row, and a couple of those fingers’ tally would be suspect. We’ve been to foreign lands, magical lands, mountainous lands, beachfront lands, windy lands, beany lands, and I can’t wait to see what land we land in next. I love you, Stephanie, more than anything other than my son in this world. Here’s to another 50 or so (yeah, I’d be 100 but so what?). And, here’s the song for you guys to enjoy and hear my confession which turned to profession. Enjoy!

Until tomorrow, same blog channel…
Scorp out!

“I heard what you said. Tried my best not to get my hopes up. I know what I said. Should have known somehow I would mess up. I tried to warn myself this would happen. I can’t even listen to my own advice. I think I’m falling, it’s a long way down without a net. Don’t let me hit the ground. I feel I’m crawling. I think I’m falling.” – “Fallen” (Beeman)