Mark's. The Warlock had the duck; I had the lobster. (The Warlock even put aside his OCD calorie counting.) We talked and talked, went through all of our special memories. We have a lot of them now. It seems that all of my most important memories have happened with the Warlock. It's as if my life didn't really begin in earnest until I met him. I remember his smile on our wedding day, and that he was happy to be married to me. And I don't get it. How could I be so lucky? But I am lucky, blessed, charmed, whatever you want to call it, to be married to this caring, intelligent, fun-loving, thoughtful man.
Twelve years leaves me filled with hope and only compounded my romantic notions. It is good to be married.