The 4th of July is upon us once again. For most of us it’s a time of fireworks and flags, bands and barbeques, parades and picnics. But to me it is so much more than that.
This day in July is very, very important to me for reasons unrelated to why the country celebrates Independence Day. For me, it’s all about hearts and hugs, promises and passion, fondness and fidelity, adoration and adulation.
It was thirty-two years ago today that I lost my independence on Independence Day. I got married. I’ve never looked back, and I’ve never regretted it.
Her name is Ursula. Thank you, my love.