Wishing you many more years of the love you share today.

Two decades in, and you're still the reason I check my phone first thing every morning.

You two make growing old together look like the easiest thing in the world — it isn't, but you make it seem so.

Real romance, at this stage, looks like someone quietly refilling your water glass without being asked.

You still steal the last piece of roti, and I still let you. That's forty years of love right there.