Forty-Seven years ago I had no idea what being married for 47 years could be like! I was young — in those days at age 19 I still had to be signed for by a parent if I wanted to marry. And, OH! — I was marrying an older woman. She was all of 21. The world was our oyster — but at our age neither of us had ever eaten an oyster, or even shucked one for that matter.
And today, 47 years later I can’t imagine life without Peggy.
We have always heard about how difficult it is to make a marriage work but we’ve never found that to be true. We surely have been blessed, but as I’ve shared before, ours was not your typical courtship — I proposed to Peggy we ever went on a date — and we were married a scant three months later. What we had were commonalities in our view of life and our purpose on earth from there we started building a life and I really can’t remember the last time we disagreed on much of anything.
There is something good about sort of ‘growing up’ together. Who we were becoming was still very much in a state of flux but we grew together and we have pretty much always done almost everything together. She was the woman I wanted to spend my life with and even though there were long periods of time — months on end — that work kept me away from home — there has never been anything I have wanted more than just spending time with my bride. And now — for the last 4 years we’ve been able to do that every single day — and I still can’t get enough.
Sweetheart, I know you read my blog of a morning, with your first ‘cuppa’ that I usually bring you while you spend a few extra minutes in bed and I clatter away on the keyboard. Thank you for sharing your life with me. Thank you for being the great constancy to control my whims. Thank you for being the constant cheerleader for my hair-brained schemes.Thank you for coming along on this Life Unscripted.
No one knows what the future will bring, but I know two things.
You can always count on me.
I can always count on you.
In a world where trust seems so hard to find the intimacy of those two sentences is almost more than can be borne. To come, 47 years through life, without breaking trust is a miracle in itself — at least it seems so when we hear of all the stupid things people do to each other. But this is the way life is “supposed to be.” We meant what we said 47 years ago and we’ve lived what we said.
I love you, thank you, and you get breakfast in bed this morning (seeing as my blog is on just the right day for a change).
And to the rest of you….
Thanks for eavesdropping and I’ll talk to YOU tomorrow.