I have just celebrated my birthday, my wife's birthday and our wedding anniversary. I am not sure how old I am or how long we have been married and I won't even go to my wife's age. I'm old enough to know better. I have long past the idea of candles on my birthday cake representing one candle per year. The fire department will not give us a permit to do that. Someone asked me how long we have been married and without even thinking, I said, "Forever." Once that word danced out of my lips I knew I was in trouble with the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage. One look from her, and I knew that my forever had ended.
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