This evening when Andy and I were finishing dinner, on the eve of our fifty-second wedding anniversary, and we were eating the ends of a wonderful plain supper he cooked, we looked in each other's eyes and spoke of some of the things that have made our marriage successful, and also of some of those things we regret.
There will not be anniversary gifts for each other. We have every thing we want. We appreciate that each of us has been willing to change with the times. We appreciate the necessity of facing the reality of growing old together.
Thankfully, we are healthy and still full of energy. But there are moments when we rage, rage against the coming of the night..
One of the things I know of is this rage against getting old. For some, it is non-specific anger, lashing out at loved ones. For others it is despair, knowing that you are invisible when once you were king or queen.
In the newspaper today there was a story about a woman my age who made crocheted pillows for the Bucs - and has done this for thirty years! She is to be pitied, in a wheel chair, and never had the chance to actually SEE a Bucs game because she could not afford a ticket!
I know that getting old is such a bitch: even those new buff muscles of mine are covered by the wrinkled skin. You have to figure out just how cantankerous and weird you want to be!
So important to have friends of many ages - even the little kids who pluck your elbow skin because they are interested in everything!
Fifty-two years into a marriage with a guy who is so interesting it takes my breath away!
Happy Anniversary to us!
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