What 25 years Looks Like...

Twenty-five years doesn't look like Richard Gere or Diane Lane. It's doesn't resemble 'Flaming passion' nor 'A heaving bossom.' It's not a romantic escape to Paris or Rome. Twenty-five years isn't about shouting your love in a romantic locale whilst producing a bank breaking diamond bauble.

Let me tell you what 25 years looks like.

It's a slightly balding, middle aged paunch... It's stretch marks and wrinkles. It's being happy to see him walk through the door after a long day at work... It's a kiss and a hug greeting.

Twenty-five years is a chuckle shared due to a like-minded sense of humor or a long-ago memory.

Twenty-five years is a quiet dinner for two at a favorite restaurant, paid for by your daughter.

Twenty-five years is a dozen roses instead of two dozen plus one, because there are bills to pay and a dozen smell just as sweet.

Twenty-five years isn't always easy, it's giving and taking. It's making his favorite meal even though it uses every pot and pan in the kitchen. It's offering to go out to eat when you can tell she's had a stressful day.

Twenty-five years is encouraging one-another to try new things, supporting one-another through thick and thin.

Twenty-five years is walking side by side, hand in hand. It's caring for one another as much as loving one another. It's treasuring moments and building a life.

How lucky I am to have spent the past twenty-five years with my very best friend.