Pardon my mushiness, but it must be said.
Twelve years ago, I married the sweetest man in the world, a man who rocks my world and owns my heart and soul. My soul mate, my best friend, my rock, my love.
I made him promise me forty years and that I haven’t started counting yet. *grin*
Happy anniversary, babe. (I still haven’t started counting, by the way. LOL!)