6/23/25
It seems like only yesterday when I met Donna at the sock hop and asked her to go to the drive-in with me to split a milkshake. Oh, wait. That might’ve been a TV show. But it’s been a wonderful 22 years. We were a lot younger back then—less gray and less arthritic—but I think we’re so much happier now knowing we’ve built a resume of love together. Happy anniversary, honey. Here’s a cartoon just for you.