Roses are red, or white or pink

Spring had definitely sprung 27 years ago when I told Jeff Reed that I was ready to have a summer fling with him. Nothing serious. No strings. No obligations.

Tuesday, we'll celebrate 25 years of marriage.

So much for the fling.

Or maybe it's still a thing.

Whichever the case, we'll cross over the silver anniversary by re-creating our wedding feast and indulging in much better champagne than we had back then.

It will be enhance by the presence of a few friends - two who were with us from the beginning and at our wedding. If we'd planned better, or the anniversary wasn't on a Tuesday, we might have re-created the whole shindig. But I'm lazy.




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