I never thought I'd get married. But J. convinced me otherwise. He was my best friend. And when I first met him in college, I found him incredibly tall and mysteriously midwestern.
He wrote on his shirts with red pens and drew a heart on his sleeve. He liked to smile like a happy monkey.
And lo and behold, he even liked Hello Kitty. I love Hello Kitty.
When he came on family vacation, he drove a van full of sleeping Kangsters. Does that mean sainthood?
He introduced me to his friends, and I loved them.
He wowed me with his intellect and shared my love for London.
He liked to cook and shake his butt in the kitchen.
He was a man of slow golden gazes.