As my petite date walked towards me, and I lost myself in her green eyes, I suspected I was in serious trouble.

We talked for hours, that first day at Cafe Latte, and I knew I was done for.

She was the fourth and last girl I would ever date, and the only one I’d ever kiss. Perfect.

We’d be married within nine months — and today is our 30th anniversary.

I still love nothing more than swimming in those emerald pools, even as Jeaneth and I snarl affectionately at each other like Klingons.

I love you, dear. Today — and every day — is a good day to kiss.