Yes, He Remembers
Husband: I can remember the day I met you. It was in April, thirty years ago.
Wife: The month was October, 45 years ago.
Husband: Your light gray eyes flashed bolts of summer lightning.
Wife: My eyes are brown.
Husband: Your curls were golden rays of sunshine.
Wife: I was a brunette at the time.
Husband: Your shapely body put an hourglass to shame.
Wife: I was so thin people would whistle the Popeye theme as I walked by.
Husband: Your voice was that of an angel’s.
Wife: I had laryngitis.
Husband: Your dress was silver to match your eyes.
Wife: My dress was green to match my shoes.
Husband: Your feet were so small and dainty.
Wife: I wear size twelve shoes.
Husband: You smelled like a lily field.
Wife: I put Joy dish soap in my bath water.
Husband: You sashayed into my world, my lovely queen and I crowned you with my heart.
Wife: I was hobbling. Someone had hit me in the leg with a broom and I tripped into you.
Husband: And so decisive! You told me how it was going to be between us from the very start.
Wife: I said, “Get off my foot buster. And stop staring at me like you’ve lost your marbles.”
Husband: We gazed at one another and you surprised me by whispering my name, “Lorenzo!”
Wife: I yelled, “Loser!”
Husband: The band was playing a romantic song.
Wife: The band was on a break. A baby was wailing his head off.
Husband: Yes, Sweetheart?
Wife: Are you sure, you married the right woman?
Husband: I’m as sure as your name is Olivia.
Wife: My name is Janice.