Today 30 years ago I got married. I was 20 years old and he was 26. Noone thought it would last. A friend once told me after I found out that her and her husband had split, that they thought we would be the first to go.

We are still here. Still in love. Still laughing at each other and still laughing with each other.

We adore each other, we piss each other off. We can be apart but love spending time with each other.

We don’t sweat the small stuff (but I can hold a grudge like noone can), we are here forever.

You still take my breath away.