“Friends, I take this my friend, D— J—-Butler, to be my husband, promising, with God’s help, to be unto him a loving and faithful wife so long as we both shall live.”
That was my wedding vow, 25 years ago today, taken before 126 witnesses at Westminster Meeting House, the Society of Friends, in St Martin’s Lane, London.
We’re still here, so I guess that’s one promise I’m managing to keep.
Champagne and a good meal later to celebrate. Right now… Mr Butler, I still think you’re the bees knees.
All my love