The Reminiscing of the Future.

We were successful, happy, carefree, and accomplished. We graduated and moved everywhere.
You tasted sashimi and hated it. I tasted pigs feet and loved it.
We fought and cried and said sorry (and meant it). We had debt up to our ears.
I worked two jobs and you worked three. We eventually pulled ourselves out of it (after endless nights of spaghettio's and games of monopoly for entertainment).
We adopted (even though you really wanted to have a child. I know. I'm sorry).
You loved our baby girl anyway. She grew up eventually and we helped her along the way.
You pretended not to cry when she married but I saw. We retired (me first at 69). You drove me crazy with two midlife crises (even though the second was not-so-midlife).
We mixed pill bottles and false teeth. You died first and I went to your grave every year on our anniversary.
I died later. We were buried side by side.

Our future looks bright.

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