It's Friday....

Friday again.
Tonight my Mom will take the little boys, and Emily will stay home with the big kids, and Steve and I will go out to dinner to celebrate completing thirteen years of marriage.
Hard to believe it has been that long.
Thirteen years.
I remember, like it was yesterday, meeting Steve for the first time. Spring break at The Master's College, the only people on campus were the few of us who had to work, and the baseball team. He walked into my dorm lounge, and said, "Hey, does anyone have a car?" "I do." I said. "Hi, my name is Steve Smith" (while shaking my hand). "Oh," I said, "I could never marry you." He responded, "What, you don't even know me!" "But, my middle name is Suzanne, and if I married you, my initials would be A. S. S." Steve, with that grin on his face, said, "Well, I wouldn't want to make an a** out of you."
It appears he did.
And a happier donkey I could never be.