It’s been 19 years, and they haven’t been long enough. There are many, many things I love about you, Dear. Since today is our anniversary, indulge me in a little sap.
You worked hard to build us a house. And you did it with some darling little ankle biters sticking to your side.
You included the boys in the excitement and work of building our home.
You didn’t forget to play.
You pay attention to the small things.
You have a scrumptious smile and gave me a cutie who, with the exception of the hairline, looks just like you.
You give great hugs, and you give them often.
It is true what people say —- that when you’ve been married a long time, you learn to love and appreciate your spouse on a deeper level. I can honestly say that I love your shoulders more deeply than when we first married. For one thing, they are even broader now than then and well-muscled and . . . . . . . . . . .what? what do you mean that is not what those people meant by deeper love? who are these people anyway?
Though being married to you has brought trials with a mouse , chaos to my dinner table and even a little spousal abuse, I still believe I have chosen wisely. No doubts. None.
Of course –you being the “confident” man you are — you knew that.
Happy Anniversary Love.
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I was just telling Doug this morning that 19 years ago today I was a bridesmaid. Time does fly. Happy Anniversary!