Twenty-seven, is that all it's been, years....

It feels like we've been hanging around together since Kindergarten. I wrote this a couple of years ago when a friend asked me what married life was like. It's still as true today:

The trials and tribulations of married life….. Twenty-seven years later we are living the dream all young couples make, growing old together, sharing a lifetime. Aaaahh, but the beginning wasn’t so promising. My third marriage, 2 kids included, his first. That should say it all. I was six years older which then in the realm of experience was a chasm. He is steady, persistent, and thinks things through. I am impulsive, emotional, and changeable. He needs order, one task at a time. I can have projects strung out across three rooms. When something bothers him he doesn't need or want to talk about it. I must. Our biggest argument however; who was the smartest one to discipline the kids. Discord ruled and we nearly parted ways. He initiated the remedy that saved us. “Lets forget about our ideals of the perfect husband and wife, instead focus on being best friends.” I added, “Let's view each other as individuals with lives in the making, not always connected with the other. We will be learning lessons together, ones uniquely our own.” A metamorphosis occurred that led to acceptance, a blending of all those differences. A million challenges since then have pulled us apart, made us question again. In the end only make us stronger and closer.

I love the way he makes me laugh when I’m ready to crumple. How we talk and giggle or read books together in bed at night. How we say the same thing at the same time. How he is more handsome today than when I first met him. He has given my life back to me repeatedly with his care when I’m ill. I have given him tolerance, kindness, and more compassion. We do not socialize often, which suits us fine. We have common interests and separate ones, freedom in friendships. He has been the family rock. I have been the keeper of the hearts.

He has kept his promise from the beginning when I was so afraid to give marriage another try. Denise, I promise you that every year with me will be better than the year before. In thirty-five years you will not regret saying yes. (But don't start slacking now, Ken.... you still have 8 more years you can keep convincing me) In a world where so many things have gone wrong, sharing life with Ken is so right. Happy Anniversary!!

Twenty-seven, is that all it's been, years....

I wrote this a couple of years ago when a friend asked me what married life was like. It's still as true today:

The trials and tribulations of married life….. Twenty-seven years later we are living the dream all young couples make, growing old together, sharing a lifetime. Aaaahh, but the beginning wasn’t so promising. My third marriage, 2 kids included, his first. That should say it all. I was six years older which then in the realm of experience was a chasm. He is steady, persistent, and thinks things through. I am impulsive, emotional, and changeable. He needs order, one task at a time. I can have projects strung out across three rooms. When something bothers him he doesn't need or want to talk about it. I must. Our biggest argument however; who was the smartest one to discipline the kids. Discord ruled and we nearly parted ways. He initiated the remedy that saved us. “Lets forget about our ideals of the perfect husband and wife, instead focus on being best friends.” I added, “Let's view each other as individuals with lives in the making, not always connected with the other. We will be learning lessons together, ones uniquely our own.” A metamorphosis occurred that led to acceptance, a blending of all those differences. A million challenges since then have pulled us apart, made us question again. In the end only make us stronger and closer.

I love the way he makes me laugh when I’m ready to crumple. How we talk and giggle or read books together in bed at night. How we say the same thing at the same time. How he is more handsome today than when I first met him. He has given my life back to me repeatedly with his care when I’m ill. I have given him tolerance, kindness, and more compassion. We do not socialize often, which suits us fine. We have common interests and separate ones, freedom in friendships. He has been the family rock. I have been the keeper of the hearts.

He has kept his promise from the beginning when I was so afraid to give marriage another try. Denise, I promise you that every year with me will be better than the year before. In thirty-five years you will not regret saying yes.