38. That must be an impressive number because on January 19th that was the number of years Barry and I have been married. My daughters seem to think that thirty-eight years is a long time. There were days that were long, but the years have gone by quickly, girls. Thirty-eight years of marriage may be the prime time.
We haven't changed a bit. There is probably more truth to that statement than I like to admit.
It is a good thing we were never into big anniversary celebrations, because we would not have been able to do it this year.
I had surgery on my hand and, Barry had to wait on me hand and foot. He did an excellent job and was aided by family and friends with the cooking.
Love you, Barry.
For me, I got to sit in bed or on the coach, watch television, eat, browse the internet, and sleep. Pretty perfect.
Here's to another year, Barry. There should be some prime moments.