Thirty-nine years ago, Bill and I were standing at the altar in St. Francis of Assisi Church, where, in front of family and friends, we made our vows and began our life together. Thirty-nine years and counting. We never envisioned on that day, where the road we’d chosen to follow together would lead. And life, like a road, has its twists and turns, but if you navigate therm together, you find your way.
Our way included two babies (now grown men); two grand children, whom we love completely; many good friends; 5 different houses; a move from the northeast to the southeast; jobs in engineering, software and education; a published book; many trips to the Poconos, where we honey-mooned all those years ago; cruises to Alaska, the British Isles, Germany and Scandinavia and many celebrations with family and friends – birthdays, holidays, graduations, weddings and new babies.
We faced the bumps in the road together – illness; changing jobs and guiding the boys through pitfalls in their lives. We’ve mourned loved ones who have died, and support our family and friends through their challenges as best we can. All of these, the agonies and the ecstasies, are part and parcel of life, but things we could not envision on this day thirty-nine years ago. I know I had no vision of myself, or Bill, at 62 and 63 years old and grandparents to boot.
I don’t know why some marriages last a lifetime, or why others fail completely, but I do know that from the moment we made our vows, we approached whatever life brought us, together. The decisions we made, the problems that arose, the changes we considered – we dealt with them together. He is always there for me; I am always there for him.
Thanks, Bill, for being there, my rock and my inspiration, and the love of my life. Think we can make it 39 more?:)
Happy Anniversary #39!