my lucky stars

It's our 14th wedding anniversary.  I have a ton of images in my mind.  Recent and not so recent.  The first in my catalogue is a warm spring night circa 1991.  The Mister is playing his guitar, making up the words as he goes along, singing with abandon.  I watched his fingers as they changed from chord to chord and I fell in love.  Do you believe me?  Do I believe me?  I do now.  I know that something happened that night.  I saw something in those hands that was the sum of all his best qualities:  humor, tenderness, beauty, humility, passion.  It was maybe the first time I'd been seduced by the best of someone, not the worst.  And I thank my lucky stars, especially today, that my heart had the sense it did.