"I wonder, wonder, wonder, wonder who? Who wrote the book of love!!!!"

The Monotones: 1958. Great soundtrack for American Graffiti!

As I gaze at my magic digital frame showing all those wonderful moments since Sally and I tied the knot in 1977 on March 12, and listen to "Book of Love" it all comes gushing back in so many fuzzy moments.

Chapter one says you love her with all your heart.

Stuck on that part of the book even after 38 years.

No, we're not the people we were in that little Methodist church in California Gold Country. But we are still stuck in the caring-for-each-other mode. Dare I say "love?" Yeah, I dare.

I am a sucker for love. I really believe love makes the world go 'round, and that lifts us up where we belong. In fact, I truly believe it can solve every problem, internationally and in the home.

Got to buy flowers and rotate the hour glass for yet another turn on the marriage-go-round.

Like so many guys out there, I truly believe I got the best one. Thinking of getting one of those license plate frames that says "My Wife is Cuter than Yours."

OK, enough of the soupy lovey-dovey.

What strikes me about this point of our marriage is that we've learned how to live together forever. I think the most important lesson is that now when those disagreements come  up, they are short-lived and we end  up laughing at ourselves. Was a time when I would hold a grudge for days, go pine a local coffee shop and pour my heart out to a barista.

"Many a tear has to fall, but it's All In the Game."

Combining two families with two children each at young ages was a challenge for the kids and for us. We would often face off over stupid arguments that flared out of control, and there was sibling rivalry between our two oldest sons.

Solution:  Got to a point where we simply let them go at it. We were at a beach camp when the two got into it, and we let them actually fight it out in the sand. Well, they came up spitting dirt and scratched (we monitored things so they didn't get out of control), and today they're great friends. The eldest even asked the younger to be best man at his wedding.

The other challenge was the lack of understanding for how each of us thought about raising children.

Solution: We agreed that we would never feel for the other's children how we felt for our own. That resolved, the arguments subsided into mild ugly glances.

Eventually, the fact is that we did come to feel about and treat our step-children with the same love and understanding we gave our biological offspring.

All is well that ends well, and all's fair in love as in war.

Count me in as a hubby who would give it all up for her. Live in a tent cooking over an  open fire and getting bread from the Salvation Army.

It is "as you wish" to my Princess Bride.

As long as she's "My Girl," I won't lose "…that  loving feeling."