On our way home from dinner Sheila asked me if I was happy to start on another year.  I said that I didn't think of it that way. Our life together just was, and would continue to be.  A date would come around every year which would be a reason to spend $100 to recognize it, but 'us' was and would always be.  We were on the way home from 'the roof' where we had a wonderful buffet dinner.  We were joined by Todd Christofferson, and by Jeffery Holland and his wife as well as Sherry Dew.  There were some others there but we didn't recognize all of them.  When I walked by Brother Holland I compared and found that he is only about my height and not this 'giant' as I have pictured him to be.  In fact, I may have been slightly taller then him, but I didn't get close enough to be sure.  Sheila said that we could have approached them and shook their hand, but it was the right thing not to.  So now here we are in our 44th year.  And feeling quite comfortable about ourselves.  And feeling okay about coming back to normal and back to eating 'normal' food.  My story that I have told expressing how romantic I am, the one about me squiggying the shower, well, she told me that I can't use that one anymore. So I have to think up or remember a whole new one.  I figure that there is something romantic somewhere in 43 years.  But right  not I can't think of what it is.  I always like the 'squiggy' one and used it in more then one Priesthood lesson.  Now I probably have a week until this Valentine's Day dinner with some other old foagys in  our ward.  We both figure we'll be asked to do something then.  What can I possibly say?  Actually, this month of February actually looks to be quite interesting.  Several things will be going on.  Who knows, maybe that 'whatever' that I have been waiting for for so long  might just happen to.  I still don't know what it is, but if it does come in February I will know it when I see it.