46 years. Can you imagine? I think I could make it to 46 years if I got married tomorrow but really how many people can say that.
Was it a perfect marriage. No. But whose is. But I remember walking in the kitchen and my dad blasting Italian music. He would interrupt my mom from cooking to dance with her. And she would be annoyed and then blush.
Nothing is perfect. No Journey. But when you love someone. Truly love someone. You make it work. When you are eachothers best friend and companion and confidant. It works.
I hope they both live to be 100 and happy every step of the way. ❤️
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