Note? What note?

Twenty-six years of marriage bliss.  So much bliss that I've been known to make up rhymes like, "She's so cool she makes me drool" and "I love my life with my wife" ... I could probably keep going, but you get the idea.  This sorta romantic stuff just oozes out of me.  For guys, I think the creative expression of these or similar knee bucking poems, combined with a fairly consistent pattern of lowering the toilet seat when finished, can only help to cultivate a long marriage.  You see, it's building a foundation with a balance of words and action.

Knowing some of this neat-o stuff abut me, I ask then ... why, when I saw my mother-in-law last weekend, did she attempt to undermine the happily-ever-after dream marriage of her daughter?  For twenty-six years, we've received thoughtful wedding anniversary cards, Merry Christmas cards, and a stockpile of birthdays cards.  These greeting card communications from the in-laws led me to believe that ... well, that I was an acceptable enough selection for their beautiful daughter.  And that acceptance was in writing.  It left no doubt that I had my mother-in-law's blessing.

That is, until the dreaded note that was delivered last weekend ...

When my mother-in-law was performing a modern-day makeover of Carrie's old room, a 7th grade handwritten letter from one of Carrie's old boyfriends was found (Rats, and I was certain  that I burned them all).  For some reason, my mother-in-law decided she needed to return this good for only toilet paper document to my wife.  What?  Did this once pimple faced, Junior High punk just get paroled or something and he's recently single?  I mean come on now; of course that loser is still single, but was it really necessary to deliver to Carrie his poorly written, spelling error prone letter where he was attempting to win over her 7th grade affection?  And today, he's no doubt shower-less and living under a bridge somewhere.  He's a LOSER!  LOSER!  LOSER!

All kidding aside, the above is presented as extreme and is certainly not based in reality.  Yes, there was a note from an old flame delivered, but what is also true is that Carrie and I remain secure in our healthy marriage.  We can't help but grow more and more in love with each other every day.  And to set the record straight, I continue to get along just fine with my in-laws.  We had a fun time laughing and joking about this preposterous undermining scenario.  It was all very funny.  But he's still a LOSER!  ha!  Got you ... just kidding again.

Seriously though, you know what else?  if I can find that note (it got misplaced somewhere in our house), I'd be glad to show it to you.  It's really not a big deal ... and it's just silly to pretend that it's anything more than just an old piece of paper with some meaningless words on it.  That's all.  Besides, it didn't even have any rhyming words in it ... weak.

Soon after Carrie's parents left, we relaxed together and enjoyed our first wood burning fire of the season.  I'm not sure why, but seeing that fire transfer all the wood and paper products into an unrecognizable heap of ash ... so effortlessly, brought me inexplicable happiness.

And all is well in the world now.

Note?  What note?  Not sure what you're talking about.