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We are 12 years into this crazy life together and they have been 12 years that have included the greatest pain I have ever known, but also the greatest joy. They have been 12 years of stretching our hearts to accommodate the love that continues to grow in our marriage. Heart stretching can really hurt, but it always pays off. Michael and I have decided (or I have proclaimed and he concurred) that we are going to celebrate our 75th wedding anniversary together someday. I will be 96 and he will be 99. So I guess I'll be 96 when I tap dance off the porch. Poor Michael will probably be thinking "How did I get mixed up with a crazy broad who was stubborn enough to think she could still shift her weight from foot to foot that fast at age 96?" and then he'll probably shake his head and fix my wig before the paramedics get there because he is the best. Hopefully 63 more years will be enough time to love him as much as he deserves, to bless him just barely enough for how much he has blessed me in only 12. Hopefully I'll stretch my heart enough in those years to make it to heaven devoid of the impulse to search for a celestial two by four, because Michael deserves every ounce of love the human soul is capable of this side of heaven, and so much more.
Happy Anniversary Michael, from your future geriatric tap dancer. I love you so much and will work hard everyday for the rest of our lives to love you more.