Thirty Seven Years

And  thirty seven years of color.
And thirty seven years of color.

Our Wedding Anniversary today. My Rebecca had me work on the math and I came up with thirty seven years. Pretty amazing really. That’s a lot of Christmases and birthdays, ups and downs. She has patience with a capital P.

So, we are going into Seattle this afternoon to some nice semi fancy restaurant somewhere. But need to hand in my tax paperwork first. I know you are tired of hearing about that but how do you think I feel. Anyway, nice sunny day and looking forward to celebrating with My Rebecca.

See you tomorrow, alperfect like peanut butter and jelly, love, Felipe.

2 thoughts on “Thirty Seven Years”

  1. Happy Anniversary Rebecca and Felipe!!

    You guys are rookies, but you’re on the right track. Today also would have been my Cathy’s parents 69th Anniversary. Cathy and I celebrated 46 years of married bliss this past Memorial Day. When you and I actually sit down across the table from each other, beers in hand, I’ll tell you all about that “memorable” day. The Marine Corps was involved, so you can be assured it will be a wonderful tale.

    Happy Wife. Happy Life.

    You got it Amigo!

    SF,
    PFJ

    1. PFJ ~ dude, thanks. I take being called a rookie a compliment these daze. Like maybe the chance of being carded at the supermarket. But I will wear it proudly. Yup, staying married seems to be some kind of minor miracle lately so I am thankful. Harvest on, PFF.

Comments are closed.