Happiness. It's relative.

I’ve told this story a thousand times. My husband and I got engaged (so to speak) on February 21st and married a week later on February 28th (it would have been the same day had we lived in Las Vegas instead of Milwauke) all on a dare, double dare. A decision one-upped by one of my kids who got engaged and married within 24 hours by figuring out how to speed things up by going to Rockford, IL. Ok, so Illinois is good at something.
Anyway, this is only interesting, maybe, because we’ve been married for 28 years. If it had only lasted a year, everyone would have said, “See what happens when you rush into things!”
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