Saturday, June 29, 2024

THE LOOK OF 45 YEARS

On June 29, 1979, I married my prince....or as you blog readers know him, The Husband.  We will celebrate with an early supper at one of our favorite seafood restaurants,  In remembering, our most notable celebration was a decorated brownie on an Alaska tour boat in front of a huge glacier.  Yeah, that was a memorable one but in the grand scheme of life, they all "look" good and are full of gratitude.

45 years looks like....

2340 weeks

16,425 days

394,200 hours

23,652,000 minutes and..

too many seconds for my calculator to count and too many for my mind to comprehend.

Forty-five years looks like a lot of sickness, a lot of health, a lot of better, and a lot of worse.  It looks like joy and sorrow, fear and fearless, happy and sad, and many emotions unnamed.  It also looks like a lot of endurance and strength.

Back in 1979, cars were different, groceries were cheaper, and wages less.  Yes, we had days of struggle in a lot of areas.  We still do.  At that beginning season, we were young and foolish--heck, some days we still are foolish but in this season I like to think the both of us are older and wiser.  The older is a certainty.  We drop something on the floor and look at each other to see who will try to pick it up and if we are smart, one of us will grab the grabber to make it easy.  Our hairs are grayer--especially the hair of The Husband, but I'm vastly approaching the gray-er.  We are more in tune with what life is holding and concern for one another excels.  Retirement has held less time apart which is okay some days....other days, we need to do things alone.  We are together most of the time now, with that said, and we really do all right with that.  Most days. 

Time in between now and then has been filled with blessings of The Girl, The Son-in-Law, and The Grandbaby.  They have enhanced our lives to the fullest.  Hard times of aging have also come, but the Lord provides.

Then....


now....


and all the joy in between....


In case you wondered, I would make the same choices all over again.  Blessed beyond measure.


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