Walking down the isle of the small chapel in the handmade dress and the small bouquet of daisies forty-one years ago today, I said “I do” to my high school sweetheart. There were a few friends and family in attendance. Barely old enough for a license we started our lives together with no money to fight over and a tiny house with worn out furniture. It was tough but it pulled us together more tightly because we not only wanted to be together – we couldn’t afford to fail.
I’ve been married longer than I was single. My husband and I sometimes think we’re joined at the hip. We sleep together, live together, work together at the house we bought together and sometimes we fight. Fighting is part of living together. It is not an indication of the level of love between two people – sometimes it just has to be done. Sometimes you just have to assert yourself. And we do.
But, I still love my husband of forty-one years. I love him when we are together and when we are apart. I even love him when we fight. After all, who else would put up with me for this long? And who else would put up with him? He encourages me to do the things I want to do, and helps me with the things I have to do.
I made the right decision that Saturday afternoon in the small chapel. My life would have not been the same without him and I’m glad we didn’t fail. Here’s to the next forty-one years.
Love you Don – Happy Anniversary.