Over the Summer, Janna and I were thrilled to spend another married year together as we celebrated our anniversary.  Our marriage is the number one greatest achievement of my life.  Sharing your life with someone is a massive challenge and every single day the relationship changes and re-breathes and moves again in sometimes unimaginable ways as once expressed in — Promise Before Dying — published in Urban Semiotic on July 18, 2005:

Then she asked me if I would bury her under a tree with shade when she died.

I promised her I would.

Then she asked me if I would bury her under a tree with shade that had leaves that change colors in the Fall from red to purple to orange.

I promised her I would.

This year’s anniversary was different from all the rest because it marked an important milestone for us.  We realized we had finally been married longer than we had been single.  It was a magnificent moment of reflection because it created an undeniable timeline of shared understanding that immediately made us greater as one than we ever were apart.

We have stood together, and by each other, through tough times and glorious days and it has been a tremendous honor to know that, no matter what, we will always be bound by our experience and shaped by our passion for each other.

I’ll leave you with a bit of — Eleven Heart-Shaped Balloons — also published in Urban Semiotic, on February 15, 2006 as more proof of why I love Janna Marie Sweenie:

He pointed to the balloons and then to his dollar. She finally understood he wanted to buy a balloon from her and she felt a little insulted he was trying to pay her for an act of kindness.

Janna used her voice and said to the guy, “I don’t want your money. If you want a balloon, you can have a balloon.”

She untied one of her helium hearts and handed it to him as he again tried to give her a dollar. She took his hand in hers, crumpled the dollar bill back into his fist and pressed his hand away and wished him a happy Valentine’s Day.

Here’s to the next anniversary, and the next, and the next, until we’ve been married twice as long, and then three times as long, and then… and then… as we ever lived apart.

Posted by David Boles

David Boles was born in Nebraska and his MFA is from Columbia University in the City of New York. He is an Author, Lyricist, Playwright, Publisher, Editor, Actor, Designer, Director, Poet, Producer, and Boodle Boy for print, radio, television, film, the web and the live stage. With more than 50 books in print, David continues to write 2MM words a year. He has authored over 25K articles and published more. Read the Prairie Voice Archive at Boles.com | Buy his books at David Boles Books Writing & Publishing | Earn the world with David Boles University | Get a script doctored at Script Professor | Touch American Sign Language mastery at Hardcore ASL.


  1. Here’s to many more years, David! Congratulations.



    1. Thanks, Gordon! Did I also mention this milestone makes me feel a little old? SMILE!



  2. Many congratulations to you both – I still love reading 11 heart shaped balloons



    1. Thanks, Nicola! I, too, love reading that story — and all I did was transcribe what happened.



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