47 years ago today, I got married. September 5, 1971. It was the only free time my fiance had between his many activities including law school.
That initially told me a lot. Limited time to get married? What about time to live a marriage? Either way, I celebrate this day. I celebrate for all the love and care in my heart that lasted 30 years, 28 of them married ones. I celebrate for the precious lives of my children. And maybe most importantly, I celebrate me.
This isn't an ego celebration. I am just passing through. I celebrate the me that was conceived from two good people. Their marriage completed as well - after 25 years. I celebrate the honor, integrity and love that is a part of a healthy marriage. And I celebrate a goal of doing no harm.
Friends are in town. They are on their way to Vermont. Got a text last evening that they would like to meet. I knew they would be up here soon. So this is dandy.
I kind of think my friends will return to New England - from whence both were born. They love skiing and ski often. They've been married a long time, too. A very healthy marriage indeed.
Way too much going on next week so I will just enjoy the moment.
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