"Happy Anniversary, Booth!" Brennan grinned as she kissed her husband.
"Happy Anniversary, Bones! Forty years. Lots of people thought we wouldn't make it four years, let alone forty. You're still as beautiful as the day I met you..."
"Perhaps you should clean your glasses, Booth. I'm wrinkled, my hair is gray, and I've put on some weight."
"You'll always be beautiful to me. I can't help it. I love you more every day."
"And you're still the same handsome man." She smiled. "I still remember the first time you declared your love for me, Booth. It was early in the morning the day after Vincent died, remember? We'd made love, and…"
"That wasn't the first time, Bones…"
He must be a bit confused, she thought. "Yes, Booth….remember, we were laying together on the bed, naked, and you said I was the most beautiful woman you'd ever known…"
"Believe me, Bones...I remember that morning….oh, boy, do I remember...but the first time I told you I loved you was on the street corner while we worked that case with the bodies under the fountain….don't you remember?"
She remembered that, but she was confused. "You said you loved me in an 'atta girl' way. Does that count?"
Booth shrugged. "I don't know...I meant I loved you in a romantic way, but that damn clown shook me up. I'd forgotten for a minute that I didn't like clowns, and it made me doubt myself."
"Oh. I wish I'd known…"
"The point is, I've loved you for a long time, and you still love me. So we're set for another forty years, right?" He smiled broadly. "And I'll still think you're as beautiful as the day I met you."
"You're right, Booth. I still love you, and we're set for the next forty years."