Hubby and I recently celebrated our anniversary with a weekend away. Before dinner, we went down to the casino to play a little, hopefully to win enough to pay for that lobster I was planning on eating. (Ate the lobster, bit didn't win enough to pay for it.)
I sat at a slot machine next to a lady who was probably in her early 70's. We started to chat and she was high-fiving whenever one of us won even the smallest amount. We had a lot of fun together. When she commented on my outfit and asked why I was so dressed up, I told her that it was my anniversary and we were going to dinner in a little while.
She congratulated me and asked how many years. I told her 28, and she said to me that she had been married for 23 years, but they had actually lived together for 13 years before that. She said that she loved everything about living together first. She enjoyed the flowers, the candy, the gifts and all the extra attention she got before she agreed to get married. When I asked her why she got married if she liked all that, she chuckled and said that he wore her down asking. Then she told me that he had passed away just 2 years ago.
I automatically replied, "I'm sorry." She smiled at me and said, "Thank you, but you don't have to be sorry because before he left, I gave him a million kisses. That will keep me until we are together again."
Shortly after this exchange, it was time for dinner. As I got up and we said our goodbyes and good lucks, she put her hand on my arm and said, "Don't forget to give that man of yours a million kisses, because you just never know when you will need them."
Hubby and I are building up our bank of a million kisses.