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In honor of a long marriage
Happy Anniversary To My Valentine
February 14th marks the 55th anniversary of my marriage to my true love
We have never been a couple who would inspire fireworks. My husband is very quiet. I talk a lot but am generally compliant and agreeable and want things to go smoothly. We are not very exciting.
So maybe after 55 years of marriage and 7 years of marriage-focused dating, it’s time for a picture of fireworks. There were lots of pictures of hearts and red roses and the word love spelled out, but I went for the fireworks. Loud, and colorful, and rare, after all these years, we deserve them.
The real excitement happened so long ago I barely remember it. At the end of eighth grade, I looked into his laughing blue eyes and was a goner. It took a year of staring contests and purposely bumping into him at our next-to-each-other’s lockers and some matchmaking by a few friends to get this shy person to ask me to “go with him.” He never did say “where,” but I agreed right off anyway. We dated through high school, his father carting us to bowling or movies, even the junior prom. When he got his license in senior year, our affair really took off. (Fireworks, maybe?)
