Today is my 20th anniversary with the old man. It seems like just yesterday we were shouting things like, “What are the kids into?” and now we just say, “What kids?” or sometimes just “What?” I’m still trying to decide if he’s messing with me or his hearing is really going. Not that he would admit to the latter.
We’ve had our ups and downs but this new stage in our marriage is nice. The kids are grown and out of the house for the most part. There’s much less stress I noticed. Less money stress, less kid stress, school and work stress, and we’re enjoying each other a lot more. I figured we endured the 1st twenty the next should be a breeze.
Here’s hoping anyway.
So, to my hubby. I love you. Happy Anniversary. You make me laugh and still remember to give compliments and do the little things that made me fall in love with you in the first place. Here’s to twenty more and a lot more “huh” and “what?” in our future. 
