A Toast

It was their 50th wedding anniversary A truly memorable milepost when, near the end of the evening, the husband stood up to deliver a toast… I was recently asked when was the first time I fell in love with my wife, he began and I have to admit…that’s difficult to say… the answer’s not as simple as you might expect as there are many first times…every day The first time I see her in the morning, The first time she utters my name The first time I see her smile I always feel the same. I don’t understand how it happens but from the first time that we met and every first time after It’s a feeling I’ll never forget. The first time we touch, the first kiss of the day The first time she looks into my eyes The first time she speaks, the first time she sings The first time she laughs…or she cries. Love is a magical feeling It is subjective and difficult to explain but I feel it every first time I see her In my heart, In my soul In my brain. I’m sure I loved her from the first time we met…he said raising his glass by the way my legs went numb so here’s to that very first time and all the first times to come