Today is the 50th anniversary of my proposing to Anne and her acceptance of that proposal. She was 18 and I was 19 and we got married, June 26th, 1965, a year and two months later.
Why get married so young?
I knew she was The One and you don't let The One get away. We needed each other and I consider this marriage, with all of its love and joy and its heartache, a blessing.
Anne is at an Arizona retreat, but after she called me this morning, I wrote a note to her that began:
"Dear Anne,
Today is the 50th anniversary of the two of us agreeing to marry each other. I would marry you again in a heart beat, thankful to have such an opportunity."
She will see this note when she returns from Arizona tomorrow night.
Some people find it hard to express their love for each other but the heart cries out for expression and I don't want to miss a single opportunity to let my heart speak and touch the heart of the woman I so love.
Dick
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