From the moment I met my husband, more than thirty years ago, I knew he was the one. Both single parents, we took our time before blending our families.
Twenty-five years ago today, I married the love of my life.
It seems as if we blinked and the years were gone. Our children are grown, now, with families of their own; and half of our eight grandchildren are grown.
Over those thirty years, life has handed us a few ups and downs, but we have stood strong. We have enjoyed a good life. God has been good to us.
A talented, loving, and generous man, he is my safe place to fall. After 25 years, this man remains my best friend and given the chance I’d do it all over again.
Happy Anniversary, my love.
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I’m awed by the talent of so many writers. Perhaps one of the reasons I find my own writing suffering is the time I take reading the works of others. Of course, as the saying goes, the more you read, the better writer you become.
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