My Independence Day....

I know that the 4th. of July holds so many great memories and meanings, for dozens of my American friends out there in our little blogosphere. Well to your boy Bam-Bam, Independence Day takes on a rather ironic meaning.

You see fourteen years ago yesterday, right at twelve noon, I took possession of a little cave I liked to call "The Loveshack." The name came courtesy of Wilma, whom upon first site of the palatial estate told my darling Pebbles, "Peb's, you just gotta' be in love with this kid. I can't believe you're even thinking about living in that shack!"

To this kid, Independence Day will forever be the day my Peb's made a choice to place me at the top of a pretty amazing list. It was the day that quite simply, I became the luckiest man alive. Fourteen years ago to the day, Peb's confirmed her lifelong commitment to me. Of course like many of you out there, we celebrate a wedding anniversary as well. It's just that to me, I'll never forget exactly how I felt that particular Independence Day fourteen years ago yesterday, when Peb's simply looked me in the eyes and answered with "yes."

How good do I run huh?

My sincerest thanks for dropping by....