That's what Gabe said to me in his text....why didn't you post your anniversary? It's a hell of an achievement!
It kind of surprised me as I never thought about Jack and me being married for 41 years as being an achievement. To me the achievement has been raising two wonderful sons, sharing life with loving families, and making wonderful memories. The achievement has been standing together, shoulder to shoulder and hand in hand as our first born is swept from our arms and sped away to Riley Hospital so that they can save his life. An achievement is in watching your youngest son bend down and comfort his injured teammate on the football field and feeling more proud than we had a right to. The achievement in 41 years is comforting one an another, feeling each others pain as we bury our parents, knowing that our love for each other can't lesson the pain but doesn't stop us from trying. Holding each others hand, trying to distract them from the surgery they are about to undergo is a small achievement along the way. To bury our heads on each others shoulder, shedding tears without reservation, as we hear that one of our sons or someone we love has been hurt in any way is a big achievement to address together. To know that at the end of the day you have someone to talk to about it all and to wonder together what it all means. To share faith and the love of God together and know that our blessings have been at His hand. The years together isn't the achievement. It's the journey we've taken together, as one.
And then it's the fact that we don't own any guns. That helps a lot in a successful marriage. No temptations; no worries. So, we yell and scream (although not so much anymore-takes too much energy) and slam doors, and then slam them again and walk away, tune the other one out, give the silent treatment (until the phone rings and you MUST call the other one to the phone) and on and on.
So, yes, son, you are correct. It is a hell of an achievement. Getting this far has been a roller coaster ride from day one. Our golden rings have been you and Jason. But at the end of the day sitting 6 ft. from each other and remembering that we were just kids when this whole thing started does give you a since of accomplishment. Still seeing the person you fell in love with all of those years ago as that same 17 or 18 year old who first took your breath away. And knowing that every line on their face is a line that you shared with them. And finally crawling in to bed together, knowing that you can make body sounds you wouldn't wish your worst enemy to hear but knowing that this kid you married 41 years ago will pretend nothing was heard, that's life; our life and we kind of like it.
Thanks, Gabe, for reminding us that our life together is precious. As you know, dad and I love you and Jason more than the air we breathe.
A journal written about life, retirement and our journey throughout the United States in a 5th wheel, along with our two Shih Tzus, Tanner and Syndey. Written not for notoriety but for our sons, family and friends, so they know where we are at any given time. And particularly for ourselves. Finally, we get to slow down and smell the roses and we don't want to forget any of it. You are welcome to join us as we go 'Down the Road a Piece'.
