In something like 50 days I will have been married to Larry longer than I wasn’t.
Yesterday we celebrated our 24th anniversary; I was 24 when we married. It seems like a lifetime ago, and yet like it just happened.
We celebrated our big milestone by tackling cleaning the garage. We de-spiderwebbed and cleaned blinds, scrubbed the floor, and hurriedly threw everything back inside while getting soaked through and through by a summer rainstorm.
It reminded me of our wedding day. No, there weren’t major spiderweb issues, but the horse and carriage had just dropped us at our first house when the rain started to pour.
Life’s a lot like that.
We’re happy or busy working, thinking things will happen according to our plans, and then the bottom falls out. Rain showers are one thing but it could be sickness or the death of a loved one or natural disasters or other, more personal disasters.
When I look back at our first 24 years, I’m thankful to have Larry beside me. I remember the big moments, punctuated by laughter and tears, but also the small, quiet moments of countless weeds that have been pulled, gardens and flowers planted, offices set up and cleaned, and walks taken. And my heart is grateful for the journey and the one I share it with.