After three decades of marriage, the wife finally voiced a question she’d quietly carried for years.

They were relaxing together in the living room one calm evening. The television played in the background, but neither of them was paying much attention.

She peered at her husband over her teacup and asked casually, “After all this time… how would you describe me?”

He didn’t reply right away.

Instead, he looked at her the way he had years ago—slow and thoughtful, like he was discovering her all over again. Her heart gave a small flutter. Even after thirty years, that still happened.

At last, he smiled and said, “You’re A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K.”

She raised an eyebrow. “And what’s that supposed to mean?”

Leaning back with a grin, he explained, “Adorable. Beautiful. Cute. Delightful. Elegant. Foxy. Gorgeous. Hot.”

Her expression softened immediately. Thirty years of shared life—early mornings, sleepless nights, disagreements, reconciliations, kids, bills, and memories—felt summed up in those words. She smiled, a little bashful and very pleased.

“That’s really sweet,” she said, resting her hand on his arm.

Then she paused and tilted her head.

“But what about I, J, and K?”

Without skipping a beat, he smiled wider and replied,

“I’m Just Kidding.”

There was a brief silence—then she burst into laughter, grabbing a pillow and tossing it at him. He laughed too, dodging it easily, because after thirty years, he knew exactly when to duck.

And that’s marriage: a touch of romance, plenty of laughter, and just enough playful teasing to keep things fun. ❤️😄