John had his head down on his crossed arms and was crying his eyes out when Mary came down on the morning of their twenty-fifth anniversary.
“What’s the matter, dear?”
“I was just thinking. Do you remember, twenty-five years ago today, when we were going together, how young and beautiful you were, and how madly in love we were?”
“Of course.” She smiled at the sweet memory.
“Do you remember how your daddy came down and caught us on the couch and said, ‘Either you marry my daughter tonight, or you’re going to jail?’ ”
“How could I ever forget that?”
“Well, I’d have gotten out tomorrow!”