July 19th -- He stood outside the bus station, reading emails on his BlackBerry. I pulled up in front of him and rolled down the window. "Hey, handsome. Where ya headed?"
He tossed his bag in the back and climbed in beside me. "Wherever you're going."
Sixteen years ago, we stood in front of family and friends and said pretty much the same thing to each other. Wherever you go, I am going, too.
Sometimes it's been a walk in the park. Sometimes it's been a slog. But we're going together, and that makes me happy.