I booked our old honeymoon hotel for our 40th anniversary because I wanted to relive one of the happiest weeks of our marriage. Within minutes of checking in, I learned my husband might have been returning there without me.
My husband and I returned to our honeymoon hotel 40 years later.
We had talked about doing it for years.
Every anniversary, Robert would say, “One day, we’ll go back.”
And every year, something got in the way.
That is just how life is.
But when our 40th anniversary came around, we finally got to do it.
We booked three nights at the same hotel where we had spent our honeymoon.
The place had changed, of course.
But when we walked up to reception, I still felt 24 again.
Robert squeezed my hand.
“Forty years,” he said.
“How time flies.”
The receptionist looked up from her computer.
She smiled at Robert.
“Welcome back, Robert.”
