Once long ago in far away Germany I lived in Nurnberg, was an Operations Sergeant for a great Artillery Battalion of the 1st Armored Division Artillery. The days were long, and full and I get to go home and have a fine dinner with my wife and son, then go sit in the easy chair and read or watch the news. Life for me is always better than I deserve. So I am sitting in comfort and about to zone into mellow when my four (working on five) year old son comes up beside me to get my attention. Being the great father I was, periodically, I turned to him and asked what was up. He said "Dad, Mom said to tell you Happy Anniversary!" So busted...
This is the woman that took her money and bought me my first Colt .45, the one I still load up and take to war. The woman that kept the hearth and heart fires going and sent prayers and love when I was away doing creative destruction for Democracy. This is the lady that I take to dances and would fight for at the drop of a hat, and don't ask to dance with her unless you are willing to fight me, of course she would want to dance once in a while - even with the guy with two left feet and no sense of shame nor rhythm. Rumor has it I could score points by taking the day off from work and my priorities and spend it on her and us. Sometimes Rumors are true. Bye! God, have I been blest for thirty-six great years... plus the three and a half before we wed.
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I'm sure a patron is sitting somewhere nearby, looking at me and thinking, "Now why is the librarian getting all misty-eyed?"
Two people in love, smiling into each other's eyes - it's the most beautiful thing I'll see all day.
Congratulations to you both.
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