So as you can see from the photo, I have changed very little since I was 21, and my wedding day 20 years ago.
We've reached that stage where jokes about people getting less for murder become possible, but are only apposite for my long suffering wife.
How did 20 years go by so fast, in which we have made a life together, raised a family, planted a church, and with all the vicissitudes and blessings thereof. I consider myself a blessed man, and wonder if we might get another 40 years together, and what the rest of life might bring us.
So dearest Beverly,
Je t'aime plus chaque jour
aujourd'hui plus qu'hier
moins que demain
Are we not like two volumes of one book? ~Marceline Desbordes-Valmore