Funny. I thought we would feel like an old married couple by now. Despite the graying hair and dawning appreciation for early bird specials, I'm pretty sure we're still just a couple of kids.
We still hold hands. (Not just because I've misplaced my cane.)
We still dance in the kitchen. (We've learned to ignore the childrens' expressions of dismay.)
We still talk about running away together. (What can I say? We live with lunatics.)
We still irritate each other. (Only occasionally on purpose.)
We laugh (hard) at all the inside jokes we've accumulated along the way.
We'd still rather be together than not.
So... I guess we're stuck together...
Here's to another year, Babe!
