One of the earliest photos I have of us... gee, getting off an airplane. Already made friends with the flight attendants. Who knew this would be my life?
So no, this isn't a Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club post. Twenty years ago Lyle and I met and knew we were on to something good. I'm not a mushy person (well not in print) but I honestly can't imagine my life any differently. Through good and bad, I wouldn't want to be any where else with anyone else. (Though I'd gladly let Kylie Minogue tag along.)