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On this day, fifty years ago, I married my Sunshine.

The young girl I called Sunshine turned out to be a loving and compassionate companion, a wonderful mother to our children and now, a terrific grandmother to our grandchildren.

It has been quite a ride, with so many ups and downs and twists and turns it could make a normal person dizzy. I guess I’m not normal, because I’ve sure enjoyed it, and I’m beyond glad that we got together. Actually, I don’t know what I would have done without her.

If you want to learn how I started calling a girl named Chris my Sunshine, you might want to read “Sunshine’s Pop-top.”

Happy anniversary, Chris. You’re still my Sunshine.