Fifty years.
Half a century.

Fifty years ago today. We got married on a Saturday afternoon in 1976. There is a photograph of us from that day on the mantel. We look like children. We were children. We just didn't know it. What we have built together over 50 years is a small history. Our children. Their children. The house. The garden. The argument we have been having about the dishwasher since 1981. I would marry you again, today, in the kitchen, with no audience, with the same vows. I might add one. I'd add the one about the dishwasher. Happy 50th, my love.