I happened by this scene almost a year ago in Pennsylvania.
Rather than explain the many layers here I’ll just let it be. Sometimes it’s more fun to surmise rather than know the whole story.
Mystery is a nice aspect, especially in the month of October.
This is a favorite month of mine. My husband and I were both born in October and we started our married life together on the very first day of the month. Besides…cooler weather, autumn leaves, jeans and sweatshirts, pumpkins, corn stalks, caramel apples and trick-or-treating…what’s not to love?
Some change is brought about deliberately and with much thought.
Other change just happens.
Thirty-eight years ago today I married my high school sweetheart. In many ways it seems like yesterday. In many other ways it seems like we’ve been married forever. I hardly remember who I was before I said “I do.” A very large part of who I am is because of him and we’ve grown into who we are now, side by side.
When I was in high school I worked at a Frisch’s restaurant as a car hop and then as an inside waitress. Every night the same elderly woman would come in and sit at the counter. When I got engaged at the ripe old age of 18 she lectured me continually against getting married so young. She also spent a lot of time telling me how quickly time would pass.
I didn’t believe her and came to resent it every time she would tell me yet again how the years would fly by.
Here I am. And yes, they have flown.
The changes came, and looking back, I pretty much missed them.
Change can sneak up on you and suddenly you wake up, closer to 60 than 50, and married almost four decades. I’m hoping the changes that come in our next thirty-eight years together are kind to us. Happy Anniversary Jim!
(Click here if you’d like to read last year’s anniversary post.)
We met in high school and married at the ripe old age of 18 and 19. I’m pretty sure more than half the people at St. John the Evangelist Church in Deer Park, Ohio on that first day of October in 1977 didn’t think the marriage would last. Our ages were definitely against us.
But last we have. We said those vows 37 years ago and today I’m thankful we continue to celebrate anniversaries together.
Ours is a shared history…..moving far away from our families and hometown to embark on our Air Force adventure, learning how to communicate through years of alert tours, TDY’s, command tours and separations….three pregnancies and deliveries and three little rough and tumble boys who stole our hearts and perhaps a few years….twenty-four moves….countless amazing friends from all over the world….year upon year of change, love, laughter and memories.
On the other side we also had to grow up within our marriage and we didn’t always grow in the same direction. There were times when one or the other of us disconnected. Times when we’d look at each other and think “I’ll always love you but I’m not sure I like you very much right now.” Times when we had to fight, not just with each other, but fight for the sacrament of the marriage we had entered when we were so very young and full of romantic dreams.
Over the years we’ve learned to laugh through the tears, love through the discontent, hug despite the cold of feeling distant (or perhaps because of it), and remain friends who love each other deeply.
Happy Anniversary to my husband. I’m so very thankful you’ve kept me around and continue to renew my contract. There isn’t anyone else I’d rather be grand-parenting with and growing old next to. As I write this I’m completely amazed that 37 years have passed in such a blur. It’s a good thing we have those 59 photo albums to refer to when I want to remember the individual days! Please know how much you’re loved. I know I don’t say it enough.
I’m glad we’ve beaten the odds. I love you more than all the stars and to the moon and back!
Click here to watch the anniversary video I made two years ago.