25th Anniversary

Twenty-five years ago today I married Bruce David North. Today hasn't been exactly how I planned to spend our 25th anniversary; in fact, it hasn't been at all. I had thought we'd take a trip to some romantic, little place—at least for two or three days—and see new things, do something fun and exciting, and just enjoy being alone together. But, alas! He is in Vernal, doing parent-teacher conferences, and I am here, driving carpools, cleaning house, and doing other dreary household stuff. :-(
(You can cry for me here, if you feel the urge . . .)

But it has been a good twenty-five years. A great twenty-five years! I have spent them with my very best friend, and it doesn't get much better than that.

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and everything in-between, I can't think of anyone I'd rather spend still another twenty-five years with.