So, this week marks thirty-one years that my wife and I have
been married. While that may seem like a long time, it has flown by for me.
Time flies when you’re having fun, as the saying goes. My wife may have a
differing opinion.
Sometimes I miss the early days; the days when we had less
but that meant fewer things about which to worry. Back when life was full of
expectancy, of dreams, and, since we didn’t make a lot of money at the time;
hope for the future. Now, we’re living in what was then, the future, and things
are definitely better. Again, my wife may have a differing opinion.
I think we’ve done a decent job in this grand experiment
called marriage; we raised three responsible and autonomous children to
adulthood. We’ve managed to build a life together that others refer to as
“living the good life.” And, we don’t fight or argue—much. But... my wife may
have a differing opinion.
Recently, I heard about a guy who was asking how people
could stand to stay married for so long; how they could handle being with the
same person constantly; to live with their spouse day after day. My answer is
how could you not? There is a certain tranquility and security in knowing that
person is there; knowing you can depend on them. Marriage is not a chore: it’s
not a drudgery; not boring, monotonous, or tiresome. At least not to me. And
hopefully, not for my wife. But then, she may have a differing opinion.
I am very grateful to my wife for allowing me to be married
to her—at all, really, but in light of our upcoming anniversary; especially,
for thirty-one years. Thirty-one years of ups and downs; good, bad, and
in-between, although mostly good. Of course, my wife may have a differing
opinion.
Anyway, happy anniversary to my wife. Thanks for putting up
with me for this long. I’m looking forward to another thirty-one years! (And I
hope you don’t have a differing opinion on that). ~
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