Happy Anniversary!

Twenty-nine years ago, we were married in left field at the town park in North Collins.

I was just 32 years old.

And of course:

“No one knows which way loves wheel turns.

Will we hit it rich, or crash and burn?”

We’ve done all right, and today we celebrate.

I’m making a turkey because I know it’s Kathy’s favorite meal. I’ll make the stuffing too, because that’s what I like.

The wedding was a great time.

Beer and music and pouring rain, with everyone I ever met showing up to wish us well,

We talked a little bit about the wedding, but we also kicked around all the stuff we have had to battle through since.

Being married for 29 years is no small feat.

There are good days, great days and days where the best thing you can do is retreat to separate corners.

I’d say we are pretty safe on making it out to the end, but I know a guy who divorced his wife after 52 years of marriage.

Seriously.

When I asked him about it he said:

“I should’ve left her 40 years ago.”

Then, five years after their divorce, I checked in. 

He told me that he was at the doctor’s office waiting for his ex-wife to get through her appointment.

“You take her to the doctor?” I asked.

“Well, yeah. We’ve been together a long time.”

Marriage.

It’s a test. Like the SAT.

We have a conversation every five years.

“Are you opting in for five more?” I ask.

We both opted in at 25.

This is the last year of our five year ‘contract’.

Might as well keep on going, right?

Happy Anniversary to my beautiful wife.