more treasures in the closet

while sorting through a plastic tub in the book closet, I came across a wrinkled paper bag-it yielded this. . . February is our anniversary month, thus it seems appropriate to recall the memory.
our anniversary. . .25 years for John and me, and my clever husband came home from school that day with a bulge under his wind breaker. I was making a roast-a worthy dinner to celebrate 25 years of marriage with the wonderful kids who share our life.
Smiling as usual-John extracted this health teacher's specimen from the folds of his jacket. . .I give you my heart!
So-roast with the kids and a rubber heart. . .celebrating 25 years with a good man.
And 13 years since. . .

Dear Love, now it's been 38 years-you have my heart. . .