The best thing. Years ago, we talked about renewing our wedding vows for our 20th anniversary. My husband told me he would marry me again anytime, anyplace.
The worst was when I was a teen. I lived with my mom, dad had died and for some reason my friend's mother did not like me (likely because I am sarcastic to a fault, always have been) and all the kids were going in to another girl's house to make brownies and my friend's mother was there with the other girl's mom. The other girl's mom pointed at me and said, you can all come in, except her.
I never felt such hurt and embarrassment especially since I had done nothing to deserve it. I'm 60 years old now and you know, that still hurts.