Happy Anniversary
Margaret
&
David
40 Years · The Ruby Anniversary
A Letter to My Wife
Forty years, my love.
A Small Verse
A rainy Tuesday, long ago,
the kind of grey we'd come to know —
I asked to walk you through the wet,
and found the finest yes I'd get.
the kind of grey we'd come to know —
I asked to walk you through the wet,
and found the finest yes I'd get.
Now four decades wear the shine
of something rare and ruby-fine;
two children grown, three doors we've known,
one daft old dog, a life we've sewn.
of something rare and ruby-fine;
two children grown, three doors we've known,
one daft old dog, a life we've sewn.
And still, when kettle steam takes flight,
you hum — and I am home tonight.
Whatever years are left to spend,
I'd choose you, always, to the end.
you hum — and I am home tonight.
Whatever years are left to spend,
I'd choose you, always, to the end.
The Little Things
- That rainy Tuesday in 1986.
- You still hum when you make the tea. I still notice.
- Forty years, and you're still the best part of every day.
Us, Along the Way
Still my favourite view.
All my love, always —
David
Here's to the years still ahead of us.