27 years, yes our Anniversary is this month. I found this Irish poem online and wanted to share it.
Marry when the year is new, always loving, kind, and true.
When February birds do mate, you may wed, nor dread your fate.
If you wed when March winds blow, joy and sorrow both you'll know.
Marry in April when you can, joy for maiden and for man.
Marry in the month of May, you will surely rue the day.
Marry when June roses blow, over land and sea you'll go.
They who in July do wed, must labor always for their bread.
Whoever wed in August be, many a change are sure to see.
Marry in September's shine, your living will be rich and fine.
If in October you do marry, love will come but riches tarry.
If you wed in bleak November, only joy will come, remember.
When December's rain fall fast, marry and true love will last.
These Vintage Soft Drinks are the bomb! My husband starts craving a NU-Grape every now and then and buys us some of these old-fashioned pops, the metal lids are screw-ons but that first sip really takes me back to a front porch rocker, hair still wet from swimming at Mr. Rainwater's pond.