Today's our forty-first anniversary. Celebrated so far with bacon at breakfast and a slow dance in the kitchen, to the hummed tune of "Tea for Two."
A lot of memories to look over, like old snapshots..."Wasn't this the time...?" "OMG, look how skinny we were!"
Ups and downs, as anyone has in that length of time. Nothing turned out the way we imagined it would 41 years ago...for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health...but the one thing we were both fixed on...we're still here, still together, still loving.
The thought we had (or I had, anyway) that All Saints Day was a good day for a wedding (easy to remember, anyway) and Halloween a good night for a rehearsal dinner has been tempered in recent years by the realization that the church and choir directors tend to think of All Saints/All Souls as a great time for choir performances...last year, on our 40th, we each had one, in different choirs, in different churches, just barely offset enough that I got to hear his. This year I have the Durufle Requiem tomorrow night--and a dress rehearsal tonight.
Instead of a dinner out somewhere, a dance in the kitchen in the morning. Flexibility (if not of knees and backs, of responses to life's challenges.) Shared laughter, shared tears (less than of shared laughter), all that other sentimental stuff. It's been a very full forty-one years.