My husband, Lon, and I celebrate our 41st wedding anniversary today. We don't have a clue as to where all those years went. We've looked in the back of our closets, in the basement, in the attic and even deep into all of our drawers. Alas, they've left us forever but within ourselves we've memories that indelibly mark the passing of the years of our life together.
I could ask our son, Jared, if he's any idea of where those 41 years might have gathered and settled. He can't help us with anything related to the first nine years of our marriage and he'll probably think I'm nuts if I ask him if he's glimpsed where the years after his arrival in 1978 have disappeared to.
Even if I knew where our past married years have gone, I imagine they're rather dusty and wrinkled with age. Focusing on the here and now, I am proud to say that our present relationship has grown to be more wonderful than I ever dreamed it could be.
This evening, we'll go to Houlihan's in Lake Geneva for dinner. We'll laugh and talk and enjoy each other's company as we've been blessed to do for over four decades.