I wish I could claim that as my age, I really do. However, that would be a big fat lie. Nope, not my age at all. It is, in fact, my 41st wedding anniversary. And how that happened so very quickly--I do not know.
I am amazed and intrigued at the very same time. I am amazed at how quickly the years pass by for one and intrigued by the very idea that I could love someone so much as to stay with them for over 4 decades is another.
At first, I thought I would be pithy and make a list of 41 reasons why I love my husband. I threw out that idea. And then I thought about writing him an open love letter--too gushy. So I was stumped. What, oh what, do I say about this monumental task that we've both achieved?
Maybe that's it. Achievement. Because that's exactly what it is. Especially in this day and age. With divorce being the norm, and the advent of the starter wife/husband--to be married for 41 years is almost unheard of.
I honestly feel that I (we) have done something monumental. I (we) have stayed married. Not that it was hard--ok sometimes it was. I stayed married because I made a commitment. I promised him on our wedding day that I would stick it through--think, thin, sick or whatever, I'd be around for the long haul. And I have. But, so has he. Through child rearing, college going, empty nesting and all around menopausal Molly moods, he has stuck by my side--through it all. There's something to be said about that.
So without getting too mushy, and without sounding too puffed up, I'd just like to end this little blog with this--I am proud and I do get mushy (real mushy) when I think about my life over the past 41 years. I can't imagine any other life. It's been awesome, wonderful, fun, exciting and any other descriptive gushy adjective you can think of--yes, I've got it all. I'm happy, I'm content. I never think to myself--what if? Why? Because I know. I know with all my being that 41 years ago, I made the right choice. I married the one true love of my life. And I am glad I did. Yes, that my friends, is an accomplishment. It truly is.
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