I’ve always loved having our anniversary at this time of year with the whole world celebrating. You can tell that John’s an experienced husband when he says, “I never forget Christmas. It comes five days after our anniversary.”
Not everyone is a fan of long marriages. I’ll never forget my grandparents’ 60th anniversary in 1959. The party was to be at our house and I’d hired a cleaning lady to help me dust and vacuum and wash curtains. She was silent as we worked together.
“Just think!” I said, trying to inject a little excitement into our efforts. “Sixty years together! Isn’t it wonderful!”
“Imagine the memories they must have!”
Nothing but the sound of the broom.
At last my morose helper set the broom down. “Awful long time,” she said, “with one man.”
I’ve thought about that comment over the years. A “long time” is true. But of course it isn’t “one man.” We change, each of us, all the time. I’m still discovering new things about John to marvel at, to adjust to, to love. A human being is a whole world, as dynamic and evolving as the planet itself. Sixty-five years isn’t nearly enough time to get to know a husband…
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