30 years… surprising, shocking, comforting, even triumphant. We both feel proud at our achievement. We proclaim our love/gratitude. Surprised how language of love morphs over the years.
Our eldest asked, “Are you going out? Anything to celebrate?” “Yeah, we’ll be watching TV and glad to be alive,” I taunt.
Frankly, I will do what I do and Gary will do likewise. We’ll regroup at 7 pm or after and talk about our days. That’s the pace, the movement of our lives in mid fifty mode. We check on the boys, the dogs and divide demands and make lists. We gather strength, and comfort in security, safety, health in the kind of love acquired over the years. We’re long distance walkers of slow speed, less drama, simple pleasure kind of folks with still semi-large appetites for laughter, art and entertainment. We’re more now dream people than adventurers, storytellers not hay makers.
We were once hot, spicy Bloody Mary’s” now, more like a tomato aspic at a garden party, tepid, jiggly, and very colorful.