Some special anniversary thoughts for our 29th anniversary, slightly altered to be a wee bit more specific:
By all means marry; if you get a good husband, you'll be happy. If you get a bad one, there are always batteries.
If love is blind, why is lingerie so popular?
Most modern calendars mar the sweet simplicity of our lives by reminding us that each day that passes is the anniversary of some perfectly uninteresting event.
Marriage is the perfection of what love aimed at, ignorant of what it sought.
Then there was a woman who said, 'I never knew what real happiness was until I got married; by then it was too late.'
The secret of a happy marriage remains a secret.
A good husband always forgives his wife when he's wrong.
Love seems the swiftest, but it is the slowest of all growths. No man or woman really knows what perfect love is until they have been married a quarter of a century.
24/7/365 we are together and while I can't always state life is a peach, it sure has been interesting. I love you honey honey honey!
