To the handsome guy who gave me beautiful black (and then prematurely gray) hair-
To the inventive guy, who designed and created dreamy houses and then rolled out the red carpet to host us “monkeys” as he called us, in these dreamy places on every possible school break any of us could get down there for-
To the adventurous storm-chasing guy who said, Let’s go to the beach! (even though everyone else was taking cover) during hurricane Gustav because they knew how much I loved weather-
To the trustworthy guy who first knew about Jeff and kept it a secret for FOUR MONTHS-
To the wedding-planning guy who drove me around to beach houses, hotels and events venues searching for the perfect place to get married-
To the generous party-animal guy who hosted our poolside rehearsal dinner-
To the hungry guy who knew exactly when to cut my husband off in the middle of a long prayer-
To the pool-guy gramps who met us at the edge of the pool with blue curaçao margaritas every time, in shakers, and then brought refills-
To the protective guy who made Jeff stay in the guesthouse and me in the main house until we got married, forcing us to say goodnight by light flickers-
To the after-dinner gramps who enjoyed carting us all through the sunset on a tiny golf cart-
The world will not be the same without you. I love you, I already miss you, and I can’t wait to see you again.
*Also, please meet me at the gate of heaven with a blue curaçao margarita.