My Rog is not always the most demonstrative when it comes to romance. He goes to work and cooks our meals when it comes to ways of showing how much he loves me; major ways and I appreciate them. Every once in awhile, though, he surprises me. Two days before our 30th anniversary, which is today, he came home from work, having stopped at the store on his way. Bringing a thrill of remembrance of our *early* days, he handed me a wrapping filled with twelve, long-stemmed red roses and told me "Happy Anniversary!" I was so surprised and pleased I started to cry; pretty neat that he was ahead of the day and he'd done something so extra special.

So, Happy Anniversary back to you my dear Rog. Only eight more years and we will have been at it as long as my parents managed! Who'd of thought it?!

Love you, honey,

katey