35 years and counting

Thirty-five years ago today, my dear Jim and I were married in my parents' living room during below zero weather with about two feet of snow on the ground.  We had a lovely dinner at our favorite restaurant, Lucky 32, and he gave me these gorgeous roses, and yes, there are 35 of them.  We celebrated yesterday because he had tech rehearsal today.  Happy anniversary, my darling.  Here's to at least 35 more.