Did not think I would write anything today, but here I am. Today is my 39th anniversary. We have watched the time together and talked about what we were doing this time 39 years ago. Some years are just like that.
We got a book when I ordered our wedding invitations. It has spaces to fill in about how we met and our first date, when he proposed, showers, gifts, guests, that sort of thing. I have it all filled in and I also had a page where I wrote out each of the addresses where we have lived and a page of what we did for each anniversary.
I have done better with the address page. We are in our 11th house, which is not bad for a military couple. Staying in our house in San Diego for as long as we did helped.
The list of our anniversary celebrations stopped at year 20. I have 20 written down but nothing after it. I did notice that for the first fifteen years, hubby missed six of them. He was off working somewhere in the world. From the year 20 on, I know there have been years where he has been off working again, but there is no record of it.
This I do know, there were years that were not the best. We went to dinner and got into discussions about major things (at the time) and we would argue. I can remember having a huge disagreement one year as we were out. A whole group of waiters brought over a dessert with a lighted candle, singing and we were glaring at each other. Awful then, funny now.
Years pass. Things happen. You think you have had horrible anniversary celebrations, and you think those will sear in your memory as bad thoughts. They don’t. They meld into one another. Looking back you see a couple. A couple who were doing the best they could with their lives. Raising kids, raising themselves, keeping finances, keeping a home and trying to strike a balance of love, laughter and discipline.
Did we always succeed? No. I don’t know of anyone who has had successful years every year. I’d like to meet them if they did. I think they were most likely pretty boring.
But, today, as we sit in our chairs, laptops open and quietly reading or playing games, I am content. Content that 39 years ago, in a blizzard I said “I do”. I had no idea what I was ‘I doing’ , but, then again that is what marriage is all about.
A wedding anniversary is the celebration of love, trust, partnership, tolerance and tenacity. The order varies for any given year. ~Paul Sweeney
Thanks for stopping by today, DAF