Large Fierce Mammal

Yesterday, Mrs. LFM posted this announcement:

A decade ago, after many hours of in-depth, personal, soul-baring conversations, a smart, sexy, hysterically hilarious man named Randy grabbed me and kissed me, changing the course of my life forever.
Happy 10 years baby! I love you !

My Love said a mouthful there, and the day I kissed her for the first time is only one of the anniversaries we celebrate throughout the year.

Mrs. LFM and I had known each other for years before that day a decade ago yesterday, and as her words declare, before that night we had spent countless hours in conversation learning the measure of each other, and revealing things neither of us had ever revealed to anyone ever before. While there was a powerful attraction between us, neither of us had any anticipation that we would be together for a host of reasons I won’t deal with in this article, but the connection that grew gave us all the information that dating is supposed to get, only without the dating.

A lot of facts are missing here because they will cloud the point, but let me say that in the darkness of those early morning hours ten years ago she was leaving after a visit, conveyed by a family friend who was at this point warming up the car for departure. Briefly alone, speaking at the door, our eyes met meaningfully for an instant before I pushed her against the wall and kissed her with all the meaning my soul possessed at that moment. And it was a long, reciprocal moment my friends, let me tell you.

There’s a song by the Beatles that’s been playing in my head since yesterday that I’d now like to plant in yours. Dedicated to Mrs. LFM, what other title could it have?