Forty-five years. Now that does make us sound old, eh?

We have had a lot of happy moments together, my dear. Our girls, our sons-in-law (we’re counting you, Andrew), our grandkids, our extended family, lots of friends, our travels in the US, Mexico, and abroad, our orange grove, our Texas life, our antique business, our shared love of St. Thomas the Apostle, Hollywood, classical music, art museums, and lots more.

We’ve had some challenging times, too, as each of us has rounded off our sharp edges. But, we’ve always stayed connected enough to survive whatever was ailing us.

Trust has been our cornerstone over all these years, and a commitment to looking life square in the face.

I’d say, so far, so good.

I love you, honey, with all of my heart. I get mad at you on occasion, but that doesn’t mean that besides your little annoyances (which truly are annoying), I don’t adore you deep down.

I’m hoping we’re good for at least another 30 years minimum. Surely, I can live to 102!

Happy anniversary, honey. Here’s to our sweet, intense, full-of-life love.