Bliss. Huh, my husband would not describe the last 36 years as that and I probably wouldn’t either, but there you have it. Now, you have to know Tom. He’s just not going to say anything is bliss. Even a cold beer on a 90 degree day in mid-summer. It’s just a beer. As is 31 years of marriage. I was 17 in 1978 when Tom and I started dating in September of that year and we were married in October 1983. We had known of each other since I was in the 7th grade. He was a friend of my brother’s. They went to school and played sports together. His favorite story that he likes to tell is one day he saw me walking, probably to school, and he stopped to ask if I needed a ride. He had others in the car and since I was pretty shy, I told him no thanks and kept on walking. We were at the same school together for one year—I was a sophomore cheerleader and he was a senior sports hero. My words—not his. After I graduated high school, we saw each other at the Tin Pan Alley in downtown Wheeling and that is where it all began. Fast forward 36 years later, two sons, two dogs, several hamsters and fish, and here we are. Our son, Ryan, just graduated in the fall from WVU and Casey is a freshman at WVU. We have our beloved dog, Max. Tom is retired but, again, with college-aged kids, we both work. But there is something to be said about working at something and it does take work. He puts up with my hoarding and I put up with—well, I put up with a lot. But we do have a system at home. I wash dishes and he unloads the dishwasher. I wash, dry and lay the clean clothes out and he folds and puts them away. I take care of the inside of the house and he takes care of the outside. We both work together when we are having a get together at our house. I make suggestions and he goes along with them. We have pretty much been agreeable when it comes to rearing our children. He says I spoil them and he gets to blame me when they misbehave. Not my children!! Anyway, here’s to many more years of sheer bliss!!