By Susan Carlisle
I’ve never re-posted before but this one post which recently appeared on Love is the Best Medicine works so well for today’s post I had to share it again. I hope you find it interesting.
Most of my time this past weekend (two weeks ago) was devoted to a daughter of a friend’s wedding. I gave the Bridesmaid’s Luncheon on Friday, but spent most of the day Thursday cooking and setting tables. On Saturday evening, my husband and I attended the wedding – lovely bride, handsome groom and beautiful setting.
I remember being in that same spot thirty years ago. On October 30th, my husband and I will celebrate our thirtieth wedding anniversary. I’ve lived with my husband a lot longer than I lived with my parents. Neither of us is as young and attractive as we once were. In fact, age has taken its toll but we’ve grown older together so it doesn’t seem so traumatic.
All those years ago marrying my husband seemed like a good idea. Numerous years later, I’m glad I can say that it turned out to be a great idea. When you’re young you have zero understanding of the happiness and heartbreak that you will share with the person you marry. I had no idea of what I was getting into but still I wouldn’t have wanted to spend those years of ups and downs with anyone else but my husband. In this day and age where the average marriage lasts three to five years, I have to be impressed that my husband has kept me around so long.
We had a nice trip planned to celebrate our anniversary that we had to cancel it due to my husband’s work schedule. When my husband’s boss told him he couldn’t have the time off my husband asked if the company was going to pay for divorce care.
His boss replied, “If she hasn’t divorce you by now she isn’t going to.”
There’s a lot of truth in that.
For our twenty-fifth anniversary I wrote out a list of all the things my husband and I had done and experienced through our years together and gave it to him, saying I would do them all over again with him. It was a pretty amazing list of events. We now have five more years to add to the list but I’d like to do a little more.
This coming weekend I’m attending my cousin’s wedding. On the beach no less. She is getting married for the first time at fifty-two years old. I’m so excited for her.
This past Tuesday, October 30th my husband and I celebrated our 30th wedding anniversary. That’s a rose for each year.