19 Years Ago

  Someway, somehow, I managed to talk Yvette into marrying me. I'm not sure how I did it.
   She's not sure how I did it. 
  But 19 years ago, we said I Do. 19 of the best years of my life.
   I know this is true because years ago I found a post card that had been sent back around 1920 or 1921 that said:

A man isn't complete

Until he's married.

Then,

He's finished!

   I've heard the comment made you shouldn't marry the person you want to spend the rest of your life with, Marry the one that you can't live the rest of your life without.

  I don't know as I exactly agree with that. But I do know after 19 years of being married to Yvette, she completes me. And she's the one that I don't want to spend the rest of my life without. And that's what I think a marriage should be about.

   What's the secret to our marriage? We don't argue. Ever. My parents were together almost 54 years and I don't think I ever heard them argue. Or at least they didn't do it in front of me. 

Happy Anniversary!