It doesn’t seem like it was just yesterday. It wasn’t. Doesn’t seem like it was a long time ago either. It was. But I don’t really think of it in terms of how long ago, or how long it’s been going on. Maybe it’s because I’m a man. It just is. And it’s good.
One day last week was mywedding anniversary. Twenty six years which I think qualifies as a long time. Some good. Some better. Some not. But lasting. Twenty six years. I don’t expect it to be perfect. You can’t measure good without bad to compare the two.
A lot has happened. Joy and sorrow. Success and failure. New people and places. Change. But always together. Good and not so much so. Somehow.
Funny how we celebrate that one day. It really represents a lifetime of days. Or at least a lot more than just one day. At this point, more than half of my days. We used to celebrate big every year. Slowly that faded to a more subdued event. Now it’s mainly just a card and dinner. We don’t hash over the history. We just know that we are. And always it involves Italy. That’s where we spent the first two years of our marriage, and our twentieth anniversary. An awesome beginning that holds us together.
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