My husband is not a writer. He is an orator. He does not leave me daily love notes and I cannot remember any time he’s ever written me a letter other than a card. But not a day goes by that he doesn’t tell me he loves me… And he’s been saying it for 22 years. And every time he says it, it feels like the first time.
“When a guy is happily married, no matter what happens at work, no matter what happens in the rest of the day,” Danny said, “there’s a shelter when you get home, there’s a knowledge, knowing that you can hug somebody without them throwing you down the stairs and saying, ‘Get your hands off me.’ Being married is like having a color television set; you never want to go back to black and white.”
In celebration of our anniversary this weekend, I share with you this touching love story of Danny and Annie.