Just a quick note today to mark the arrival of Jenn's-and-my 34th wedding anniversary (or, put another way, the successful completion of 34 years of wedded bliss) (Well, Jenn might not agree that all 34 of them have been exactly blissful, but why quibble? It's been good. Mostly. ;) )
Thank you, My Beloved, for throwing your life in with mine, and for loving me so very well for lo, these 34 years. I'm well aware that you didn't have to do that, and blessed am I that you did, and that you stayed with me even when I made it hard for you. You have made my life both richer and happier, and I'm grateful for every minute we've spent together.
Happy Anniversary, My Love. I owe you, big-time. . .
You may have noticed that I've spelled my wife's name with two 'n's above. This is a change of somewhat recent vintage, so as to distinguish her from our neighbor Jen, who lives across the street, and is in a women's group with her, in our Christian community (and who, coincidentally, also writes a blog of her own; hopefully, it wasn't too confusing to see the occasional comment from 'Jen' who seemed to know things about our family that I'd never blogged about. . .) Besides, her mother, for whatever reasons of her own, has always written her nickname as 'Jenn'. So now, you can, too. . .