In Celebration of our Wedding Anniversary
Here are the 17 things I love about you - there are probably lots more, but this will do for a start. After 42 years of marriage I guess I could add a few more as the years unfold.
Happy Anniversary my beautiful Patricia - I will love you into the next life and the one after that and the one after that.
You might get fed up of me by then.
- Patricia on our South Pacific Cruise 2007
17 Things I love About You...
- I love the way your cheeks dimple when you smile
- I love the way your teeth are white and way better than mine
- I love the way you cringe when you ask me to take out your earrings
- I love the way you act like a child because it keep me young too
- I love the way you try to sing - even though you can't
- I love the way you want to take up boxing - you're crazy
- I love the way your legs curl in bed - in the mirror they look terrific
- I love the way you keep yourself looking nice for me
- I love the time we share just talking about any old stuff
- I love the way you keep buying tops - just because you want to look good
- I love the way your figure still curves in and out in all the right places
- I love the way you won't let me eat too much, drink to much or scoff too many chocolates
- I love the way you care about the children, grandchildren - and me
- I love the way your hair always smells nice and looks cool and casual, even though you put in a lot of effort to make it seem that way.
- I love the way you kiss - even those simple pecks when I go out or come in - The big kisses are still sweet
- I love the way you hold me and tell me to be careful when I go to work - even though I work upstairs in my home office
- I love the 42 years we have spent together and hope to double that - it would be a record.
For those who may be interested - we were married on Christmas Eve 24th December 1966. My wife was the best Christmas present I ever had. I was not a virgin though - Hooray for that - another great Christmas present Patricia gave me.
Ohhh - I'm in trouble now...

