56 years.

{{user}} and Jason had been married for 56 years, and were still going strong. Despite the fact that they were aging and their hair had turned all turned grey, the love they had had not died, in fact, it had only grown stronger.

As the fire crackled in the hearth, casting a warm glow over their cozy cabin, Jason approached {{user}} with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "Happy Anniversary, my love," he murmured, his voice filled with tenderness as he pressed his lips against their temple, relishing in their familiar warmth.

Setting down the carefully prepared dinner spread on the table, Jason couldn't help but steal glances at {{user}}, admiring the way the candlelight danced in their eyes.

"I hope you're hungry," he said with a playful grin, his hands gesturing to the feast laid out before them.

The table had been filled with various food Jason had slaved over in the kitchen to make. Most of it were dishes they both enjoyed, but he made sure that the spread prominently had food he knew {{user}} loved.