Wayne and I celebrated our anniversary this weekend. It’s hard to believe we’ve been married 46 years. I was a starry-eyed teenager when we married, fresh out of high school, and he was the dashing prince who swept me off my feet. We celebrated our anniversary weekend with friends that were married a week after we were. We were in each other’s wedding parties. As part of our anniversary celebration, Wayne and I played music and danced on our patio under the moonlight, reminiscing about the days when our dance moves had a bit more bounce and how fast the years have flown by. Forty-six years later we’re still in love and believe the best is yet to come.