Solar and I are celebrating our 5th year anniversary today.   

And CPF is our 3 year old prodigy child.
Happy Annie Sweetie.

Quote from: Solars Toy on November 07, 2013, 05:45:13 AM
Solar and I are celebrating our 5th year anniversary today.   

Quote from: Solar on November 07, 2013, 06:00:04 AM
And CPF is our 3 year old prodigy child.
Happy Annie Sweetie.

Yes it is....  It keeps growing every year.   

Quote from: walkstall on November 07, 2013, 06:04:32 AM

Thanks Walks.  You are one of the few on this forum who was there from our beginning at the other one. 

Toy   

Quote from: Solar on November 07, 2013, 06:00:04 AM
And CPF is our 3 year old prodigy child.
Happy Annie Sweetie.

I just realized our role reversal...  thank goodness you stayed home to raise this baby!

  Toy

Quote from: Solars Toy on November 07, 2013, 06:44:02 AM
I just realized our role reversal...  thank goodness you stayed home to raise this baby!

  Toy

We merely instilled a set of core values, he did the rest all on his own.

May God bless you both.

Mrs. Tbone and I would have been looking at a sixth wedding anniversary in February. (Although it's fair to say we had a long history prior to our marriage.) We just don't know what's coming, and that's a hard thing to get used to.

I like the philosophy that tells us to live every day as if there won't be another. I think the last thing I ever said to Mrs. Tbone, as she prepared to drive into town for her doctor's appointment, was, "OK, see ya later." I was busy, she was in a hurry, it was just another hot summer day.

I would pay a fortune to be able to tell her just one more time that I love her. I can't express how sorry I am that the last thing I ever said to her was, "OK, see ya later."

Happy Anniversary!!!! CELEBRATE EVERY DAY!!! 

Quote from: Solars Toy on November 07, 2013, 06:44:02 AM
I just realized our role reversal...  thank goodness you stayed home to raise this baby!

  Toy

Quote from: walkstall on November 07, 2013, 07:02:08 AM

OMG!  It even looks like Solar   

Quote from: TboneAgain on November 07, 2013, 07:01:30 AM
May God bless you both.

Mrs. Tbone and I would have been looking at a sixth wedding anniversary in February. (Although it's fair to say we had a long history prior to our marriage.) We just don't know what's coming, and that's a hard thing to get used to.

I like the philosophy that tells us to live every day as if there won't be another. I think the last thing I ever said to Mrs. Tbone, as she prepared to drive into town for her doctor's appointment, was, "OK, see ya later." I was busy, she was in a hurry, it was just another hot summer day.

I would pay a fortune to be able to tell her just one more time that I love her. I can't express how sorry I am that the last thing I ever said to her was, "OK, see ya later."

Happy Anniversary!!!! CELEBRATE EVERY DAY!!! 

Thanks Tbone.  I have come to appreciate that it is not only the amount of years but the quality of the years together.  Toy 

Oct 28 made 46 years for the good wife and I.

Poor woman did not know what she was getting into.

Quote from: walkstall on November 07, 2013, 07:39:31 AM
Oct 28 made 46 years for the good wife and I.

Poor woman did not know what she was getting into.

Does she know now, or have you managed to keep her confused? 

Quote from: TboneAgain on November 07, 2013, 07:47:09 AM
Does she know now, or have you managed to keep her confused? 

  I will just say, she has the patience of job.

My dad passed two years ago, after being married to my mom for 57 years. And here's the kicker -- she wasn't his first wife, or even his second. Mom was his THIRD wife.

The first marriage -- a heated impulse in 1943 as Dad was going off to war -- was annulled within months. The second, after the war, actually lasted six years; no kids. Finally, Dad married Mom in 1954 and everything fell into place. I was born a year later, and three sisters popped out of the oven on a pretty regular schedule, about two years apart.

Myself, I can claim to be married for more than thirty years. Trouble is, I have to carve that time up among a number of different women. 

These days, it's just me and the cat, Patches. And that's OK for now.