Today marks the 43rd year of my marriage to Studly Doright. Guess who forgot? Not Studly.
He called me early Tuesday morning on his way home from Orlando, and in response to my “hello,” he said, “happy anniversary,” prompting a quick glance at my calendar. Sure enough, July 30. Well, how about that.
Up until today I’d never forgotten the date of the day we said “I do” in a small Baptist church in Dumas, Texas. After 43 years maybe he’ll cut me some slack.
Time sure flies when you’re married to your best friend.