Today is my wedding anniversary. Thirty (Yes, 30) years today. Happy endings do exist in reality. No, there’s no guarantee, and things could go kaboom tomorrow, which is just more incentive to keep making sure the relationship works, right?
I got flowers–white lilies and white gladiolas, which were the flowers we used at our wedding. (The week after Easter that year, too, as I recall.) He had to come home and ask me what kind of flowers they were, because he couldn’t remember, but I give him points for thinking of it. We’re going out to dinner tonight–don’t know whether here in town or he’s willing to spring for the drive to Amarillo… Anyway, it’s been a good day. He’s a good guy, and I’m ready for 30 more years. 
Happy anniversary!
Ah, Happy Anniversary! I hope it was wonderful.