Today my husband and I celebrate 40 years together. It seems impossible so much time has passed. Feels like only yesterday we were finding our way through the ups and downs of married life and bouncing babies on our knees. We’ve clung to each other through the challenging times as well as the joyous. We were painfully young when we married and the odds of success were stacked against us. Less than two years later our first precious daughter was born and we rushed down an incredible new road in our journey together, excited and terrified at the same time. He joined the Army and I graduated college. We survived leisure suits, disco and big hair while traveling the world with the military. We landed close to home again and settled into new careers with NASA. Then our precious second daughter was born. We were older and wiser and still terrified of making a mistake. Before we knew it our journey had altered again when my life long dream of becoming a published author came true. Suddenly New York, research, book signings and RWA meetings were the work commute. Twenty-five years had flown by like the rapidly turning pages of a good book. But every good book has its conflicts and dark moments and during those twenty-five years we rose above numerous obstacles and said goodbye to many loved ones. Yet, like a determined hero and heroine, we fought our way through the hurts and the roadblocks and remembered that we always had each other. Before we were ready came the time to give our sweet daughters away to the fine men who would become the center of their lives. With the immense happiness of seeing our dear little girls become beautiful young women came the empty rooms and yet another new road to take in our journey. Out of the blue I suffered a devastating injury that changed my life and, as I had always known he would, my husband was there to take care of me. He never allowed me to be defeated by my new reality. He held me together and for the rest of his days will continue to take care of me in ways I can no longer do on my own. We moved from the big house we had lovingly restored to a smaller one we both adore and are adding our stamp to it. In no time the emptiness that had lingered with the girls all grown up was chased away by treasured grandchildren. Now that our children are often busy with their own families, my husband and I have come full circle. It is the two of us again and another wonderful path to explore in our journey together. I know that whatever happens next, wherever this journey takes us from here, he will always be at my side and I at his because we have big plans for the next forty years!
Posted on: Sun, 03 Aug 2014 12:18:59 +0000
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