Emma and I got married on this day, long ago. Tomorrow it will chust seem like yesterday. Emma is wonderful, and I don’t want to be married to anyone else. I don’t want to be a bachelor farmer either. I luff my wife!
We have been married 42 years, Emma and me — 21 for me, and 21 for her.
I was pretty nervous about getting married, but my Papa Reinie calmed me down. “Mylo,” Papa told me, “a man is not complete until he’s married.” Now I know that he was right, because I’m finished.
Emma, you’re the cream of the crop!