Tomorrow is my 22nd anniversary. To those of you who say, "You don't look old enough to be married 22 years." I say, thank you and I'm not.
22 years ago I got my mother's permission to marry like I was going on a field trip:
________ has my permission to marry_________.
I'm not even kidding.
It's been interesting. It's been good and it's been bad just like the rest of you married folks, I imagine. I like to joke and say I would have gotten less time for murder. It just makes people laugh and laugh. But I'm not really kidding. heh
So to commemorate this blessed day I created this photo montage for Ken. This and a banana cream pie are my gifts to him. Pie is the traditional gift for the 22nd year, or hadn't you heard?
Happy Anniversary, Ken. The best is yet to be.