Lovely

I turn and look lovingly at my beautiful, 7 months pregnant wife and think to myself “what a wonderful, incredible wife I have”. I feel the love I have for her radiating outwards. It fills the room. My wife turns to me, sees my love for her written plainly on my face, and stares softly back at me. Then, ever so gently, she says to me: “Hmm, I’m really going to have to trim those eyebrows of yours.”

Doesn’t that qualify us for an automatic upgrade to the next highest major wedding anniversary?