We’re celebrating our 39th anniversary.
How in the dickens did 39 years pass? I don’t feel old enough to have been married that long!
Unless, of course, this had been a pre-arranged marriage by our folks. And we were somehow betrothed in the womb.
Not so much. This is my reality.
And I wouldn’t change a moment of it.
We actually had time to reminisce about the past 39 years; the 43 that we’ve known each other. That’s four decades.
That’s enough to make you think you’re counting in dog years.
But reflecting on those four decades made us realize the wide range of experiences, opportunities, losses and challenges we’ve been able to share together.
It’s been a roller coaster ride. Some amazingly high highs. Some devastatingly low lows. But in all of it, we’ve ridden side by side. Hanging on to that bar that holds you in your seat. Sometimes raising our arms in sheer joy. Sometimes grabbing each other’s hands as we head into the scary dips.
Good golly gee whiz, those dips!
There have been times when we haven’t really liked each other. There have been times when I would have sold him for a plug nickel. (Thankfully not too many of those.) (And he would say the same about me.)
God has given us each stories. Stories that intertwine with others in ways that weave a grander story, a more lasting story. The best stories aren’t always perfect. The memorable ones have heartache and tragedy to make you realize how remarkable the joys can be. The challenges are binoculars through which we can look at the good that we all have.
“For everything there is a season, a time for every activity under heaven. A time to be born and a time to die. A time to plant and a time to harvest. A time to kill and a time to heal. A time to tear down and a time to build up. A time to cry and a time to laugh. A time to grieve and a time to dance. A time to scatter stones and a time to gather stones. A time to embrace and a time to turn away. A time to search and a time to quit searching. A time to keep and a time to throw away. A time to tear and a time to mend. A time to be quiet and a time to speak. A time to love and a time to hate. A time for war and a time for peace.” Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
I know I’ve been incredibly fortunate. I’ve been able to share many of these times, these seasons, with my best friend.
I don’t know what tomorrow will bring. I’m not sure how my story-our story-will look in the days and weeks ahead. I can plan.
But what I need to do is enjoy the moment. And value the time with the ones I love and care for. Especially John.
It’s a story worth telling. A time worth living.