Happy Anniversary, Sweetheart

This weekend we are celebrating 44 years together.  My good wife has such a gift with words.  Her poem about me, What a Guy, I think verifies it.  I am not such a talented wordsmith... but in the style of Measure Once, Cut Twice, here is my anniversary poem.

Roses are not always red,

And violets can be more than blue;

Nectarines are also sweet,

And I am not a poet,

But I sure do love you!

We did not go the same school, but I think the same photographer hit all the schools in Alberta, so here are our third grade pictures.  What are the odds that we would find each other?

I still have fond memories of Shirley giving me her first picture... and it is still on my desk. It will always be a most treasured possession.  Shirley was my only girl friend... and what a friend she has been... a friend for life!

We drove down to Dinner Bay Park a few evenings ago.  Did a little putting, took a few photos of the sunset and went for a long walk together.

Our wedding happened 44 years ago... but the celebration is still going on today!

"Without love, what are we worth? Eighty-nine cents! Eighty-nine cents worth of chemicals walking around lonely." -M*A*S*H, Hawkeye