On their 61st wedding anniversary, a man published the sweetest love letter to his wife in the local newspaper.
Romance is alive and well and residing in North Carolina.
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If you're at one of those points in your life when you've decided to swear off love and romance and "work on you for a while," avoid this story as it might give you enough hope to jump back on the dating sites.
Bob Phillips loves the crap out of his wife. He loves her the way you want to be loved, the way you wish you had it in you to love if your parents' divorce hadn't messed you up so bad. This guy loves, and it's a big enough deal to him that he wanted it in the papers.
Bob Phillips wrote his wife Gail a love letter, and rather than just hand it to her, he decided to publish it in the Charlotte Observer on the occasion of their 61st wedding anniversary (Bob doesn't need a round number to go big!).
I look at newspaper pictures of new brides every Sunday. I'm searching. I want to see if there is now or ever will be another bride as lovely as you. Been doing that since June 27, 1953.
Actually, I already know the answer. There is not - and never will be to me - your equal in loveliness. On our wedding day you were the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. The delightful truth is that you still are.
Happy anniversary, sweetheart. You've made me and you keep me the happiest and most grateful husband any bride could ever know. I'd gladly welcome another 61 years of marriage with you. Beyond that I pray we will spend eternity together.
All my love, Bob
Dudes. That is how it is done.
Naturally, the letter grabbed hearts and tear ducts in Charlotte and beyond, and Bob and Gail took to the local news, where WBTV caught him expounding about his special lady and choking up with tears live on camera.
By the way, a lot of people will have read this letter by the end of the week. So the next time you get caught checking out another woman, don't try and use that "trying to see if there's another as lovely as you" line. She might know where you cribbed it from.
(by Bob Powers)