We've had our ups and downs but at the end of the day we never go to sleep mad. That was the advice my amazing Granny Pruett gave me years ago.
Hubby romances me with rocks and found glass. These are the best gifts because he knows what makes me happy. I romance him with food as Granny Pruett advised the way to a man's heart is through his stomach.
It has worked and is still working for both of us. We are comfortable. I think that may be true love. Knowing what the other enjoys and being comfortable enough not to feel the need for meaningless conversation. Teasing and joking but always aware of never crossing the line from just plain ornery to mean.
What ever the secret is...it's still working. We may call each other butt wipe now and then but we always go home together.
Hubby was/is a surprisingly old fashioned gentleman. He asked my parents for my hand in marriage and picked the engagement ring long before I even knew. He knew I would say yes!
As I stir arsenic into his soup I smile. I really do love him but he has to go.
Happy Anniversary, honey!!!
Here's to another forty-two if the arsenic fails me.
This is the graphic tale of the beginning of our romance.
As Bill Engvall says, "Here's your sign!" but I wasn't reading.
