Had my first marriage worked out, today would be our thirtieth anniversary. If I'd thought thirty years ahead on June 9, 1979, I wouldn't have guessed I'd be in Daegu, Korea with two cats. I might have pictured two kids, but they'd have been twenty or twenty-five years older, probably not named Tug and Tiki (well, not Tiki, anyway), and have less fur.
Still, I'm here now and everything that's happened brought me here, which is where I need to be. So it's okay.
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