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Seventeen Years

This year for our 17th anniversary, my husband found this canvas picture of the Salt Lake Temple. I love it! To ease my conscience for breaking any copyright laws, the artist is Robert A. Boyd and his website is http://www.robertaboyd.com.

This is where I should extol the virtues of 17 years of marriage to the most perfect man in the world. Instead I am going to extol the virtues of the best man for me. He is patient, kind, forgiving, accepting, insightful, handsome, loving, committed and thoughtful.

The last 17 years have been a roller coaster of life in motion. I expect the next 17 years to be much of the same only with different twists and turns. I can't imagine riding it with anybody else.

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  1. erin blackFebruary 28, 2009 at 6:24 PM

    In another 17 years, won't you be, like, in your 80's? Happy Anniversary! And I'm sure the mention of me and how I brought you together will be in the next post. So I won't throw a fit about THAT.
    I LOVE that picture!

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  2. Taylor ClanMarch 1, 2009 at 3:08 PM

    Do you mean the story about how you told him to call some girl named Michelle and your husband told him to call me? This is where you and I snicker about the inside joke that made itself known about three years later. At least your ex-husband did one thing right.

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  3. JoanMarch 2, 2009 at 2:18 PM

    Congratulations Nancy on 17 years. There will always be twists and turns in marriage. At least it's not boring right? You are a handsome couple and have a lot going for you. Here's to another 17. Cheers!

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  4. wendyMarch 3, 2009 at 6:54 PM

    Beautiful, Nancy! And congratulations! You are such a great couple!

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  5. MelMarch 4, 2009 at 9:04 PM

    That is a beautiful portrait of the Salt Lake temple. Congrats on the 17 years!

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  6. HeidiMarch 15, 2009 at 8:13 PM

    I read your second to last sentence wrong. I read twists and 'tums.' I actually think that might be more appropriate.

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