Twenty-eight years ago, on a warm Saturday leap year day, Steve and I got married under the plum tree in his parent's front yard. It was an odd weather year, and the plum tree decided to bloom in February (in Oregon). It has taken twenty-eight years for leap year to again fall on a Saturday, which makes this anniversary a little unique.
Best decision of my life. My friend, my confident, my partner, my love. Thank you for the wonderful life we have together.
angela