Fortieth Wedding Anniversary (Ruby Jubilee)
Forty years of wedded bliss. Let me paint the picture: once upon a not-so-modern time, two people fell head over heels backwards-stumbling in love, exchanged vows, and vowed to tolerate each other's quirks for an entire lifetime. Sounds like a plot worthy of an Oscar nomination, right? Fast-forward four decades: they've not only endured the ‘for better or worse’ parts but have come out of the oven that is marriage as golden-brown as Mom’s Sunday roast.
Yum.
Forty Years of Fabulous! Ruby Jubilee Musings
Let’s talk forties. And no, I’m not speaking about swinging into midlife crises with sports cars and suspicious amounts of leather jackets. I’m talking about the Ruby Jubilee. Yes folks, it’s not just about rocks they smashed together eons ago to celebrate their greatest hits (literal because sticks and stones,–clearly a recipe for love). It’s about getting to stick it to all those who thought they'd crumble by their third anniversary realize now how those milestones anniversaries kee adding up.
In fact, by the ruby years, you’ve surpassed triple the paper anniversary, quadrupled the cotton deal, and now dangling shiny rubies between “we totally rocked this” and “buckle up for the big five-oh.” Hurrah! Rubies are, after all, gems of passion. Talk about symbolism at play—vivid red, imperfections that add value, like the love we have for accidentally microwaved metal spoons.
But what truly keeps the engine running for forty blissful years? Is it the uncanny ability to decipher your other half’s grumpy stares? Or maybe the survival skills acquired when wrestling the duvet hog back in the frosty nights of '78? Let’s say it’s their joint economic theories—she says save, he says ‘extravagant ninja throwing stars definitely constitute a monthly need’.
Here's a ruby nugget of wisdom gleamed through—literally—years of spousal saga: learning to fight nicely. It might begin with passionate debates over dish detergent brands but matures into high-level mediation (a clever definition for making dinner). Because nothing quenches simmering tensions better than saying "you were right" while offering up the last, deliciously crispy slice of pizza!
I like to imagine them: glasses perched strategically, one hand in each other's despite arthritis's rival grip. If that's not communication mastered externally and internally—complete with pep talks deserving a TedX title—I don't know what is. Recognizing that sometimes the greatest triumph is negotiating a Saturday Night Live rerun flip or an extra snooze button session if finished with bonus solve-the-knots puzzle during dreams—free potential breakfast advice, people.
Fresh as a morning breeze and carefree as a butterfly salsa dancing wildly in a Field of hopes love conference (entrance on Artist Lane copyright protected), that is what we offer ironies unafraid audiences special today Inspiration session on time enchanted commitment (FAQs later always behold FAQ Forum)
Cheers to 40 Years!
And thus we unite sharing cake-sighting tear kisses smear embellished desires, ever after ever anew journeys undertake open horizon sublime eternal you each burst stars graced without limit memories woven storytelling whisk rustic pies intertwined heart.
Hats off, lovebirds. You’ve made it to forty. Go drape yourself in glorious rubies (or, you know, enjoy a budget-friendly Google Images search) and celebrate the tantalizing tango of shared history and untold adventures awaiting. Here's to fortuitously quirky days and delightfully quirky you.