WHAT MY BODY WANTS
Annie apologized to the little one begrudgingly.
As the snaps of photo shots rang out, they posed different styles. The kids posed with the fun of it and also the adult. The last photograph was taken as I took my wife into my arms and kissed her softly on the lips.
“Happy eighth anniversary. I love you so much, honey,” I whispered truthfully because even after all these years, it was true.
“I love you too, baby,” she whispered back with a smile as we kissed.
Even after all these years, I still felt like a very lucky man—a very happy man. I knew for sure my wife also felt the same.
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