It’s our twenty-fifth wedding anniversary. We decided would celebrate it in the comfort of our home. So, after eating Thai food delivered at our door we drank champagne. A single red rose lay between us on the bed.
“Happy anniversary,” Martin says as he holds my hand. “Thank you for the best twenty- five years of my life.”
I smile as I raise my glass. “Here’s to another twenty-five years.”
We toast. I have a lot to be thankful for. God has blessed me with a wonderful man. We don’t have any kids but we have each other. He’s my world and I am his. Together, we have chartered calm and rough waters but through it all, our love, marriage and faith have grown stronger. Tonight, we are celebrating twenty-five years of wedded bliss.
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2 thoughts on “Twenty-Five Years”
oh, that is what I call real love, anyone who can stay together for so long through thick and thin that’is true love in a romantic way, and time heals all wound ‘ of course that’s what they say but you see it right here and now!
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Yes. It’s a blessing when people can love each other and stay together for such a long time.