If I had a time machine, I would go back to November 19, 1988 and attend a mid-morning session in the Oakland temple, just so I could whisper to the bride "It will be work, but it will be good work and fun work. And it will work."
The bride would probably think, "Go away, strange fat person," but I would smile anyway and then come back home to today and eat a doughnut.
25 years! We've lasted longer than several dishwashers, washing machines, refrigerators, mattresses, TVs, and many many fashion trends. We've upgraded computers and software, but not our spouses. We have not, however, outlasted our children (which is good--I don't think I want to do that).
I could make a list of all the things I love about Jim, but some things I can't put into words. And some things I wouldn't want to publicize. And still the list would be too long. And I don't like mushy sentimentality. Let it suffice to say that I wouldn't trade my husband or our experiences together for anyone or anything else.
Jim surprised me this morning with a bit of sparkle to celebrate 25 years.
And if you are wondering what I got him for our anniversary, see my previous post.