Today is my 35th wedding anniversary. The years have been filled with “for better” and “for worse,” “sickness” and “health.” We’ve shared bringing new life into this world and seeing cherished loved ones move onto the next. We’ve had some fierce disagreements and did a lot of forgiving–of each other and of ourselves. We enjoyed adventures together and are now commiserating with the fact that, more and more often, our bodies laugh at us and ask, “You think you’re going to do WHAT?!” We’ve comforted each other over the estrangement of a friend or relative, then rejoiced with each other over reconciliation with them.
We’ve helped each other adapt to severe changes in our lives, cried mutual tears of joy at our son’s wedding, exchanged laughter and knowing looks when hearing a young person’s exact, well laid-out plans for the future, and had our hearts melt at a wagging tail, four paws, and big brown eyes that say, “I’d love you even if you beat me.” We’ve worked as a team through hardship, tragedy, heartbreak, and financial difficulties and come out closer as a result.
The “worse” and “sickness” we vowed to get through was not fun or easy, but we got through it because we had one other. Besides, we have focused on the “better” and the “health,” letting the other simply fade away. That’s called Living Life.
We don’t have another 35 years here on Earth. That’s okay, though, because we’ve had these 35 and, God willing, will have some more time together.
Happy anniversary, Frank, my love.
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