Pet Expo Savior

It's that time of year when I think about the pet expo, kettle corn and the possibility of what might have been. The pet expo is going to be taking place this weekend April 13, 14, and 15th. Coincidentally around this time a couple of years ago is when I first went out with my wife, then female acquaintance.

I've yet to go there with her and I regret that. I think she'd like it as well as get a kick out of the animals and exhibitions. This is contrary to the actual date I took there, who i refer to as pet expo girl to my wife in conversation. Not too creative but it's the stick i use to goad my wife into cooperating when she's less than agreeable (mostly all the time!).

It's hard for me to imagine how differently my life would have been if things progressed with pet expo girl. It's crazy thinking that I might have missed the moments that drew me to my wife. That the past few years would have been completely different from what they are now... Certainly I'm glad things didn't progress along with pet expo girl as I prefer my wife and the changes she hath wrought.

Being creatures of habit me and the missus planned to re-visit the day our lives changed. She was going to be in town for a surprise party for my aunt on sunday so saturday was hike day.

Yep, our first date was a hike (pet expo girl would've been mad as there was no kettle corn here!). It was a good time and I remember telling my mom about her afterwards. It's kinda surreal now that I think about it and remember myself washing dishes with my mom talking glowingly about this girl i just hiked with. Little did i know eh?...

Anyhow I've been thinking that not only had my life changed but also my wife's. I just never see it through her eyes. Yeah, she does mention it but being a man I only listen with half an ear leaving 1.5 ears for the TV or for somebody calling my name saving me from her poetic waxings...

A picture is worth a thousand words but how many words can two pictures be worth when they also transcend time?

Of course I have the advantage of creative liberties with my writings and with the pictures I choose so I'm not exactly impartial when I select my pictures. I remember our first date and the things we'd talked about. And i remember her unwillingness to pose for a picture (maybe she knew she'd be blogged about?...) and her turning away, doing her own thing going about her own business. And if you'd juxtapose this with the current picture one could almost see the changes that has taken place.

One could almost see...