No one gave them much chance of success. More educated, older and prominent people warned of impending difficulty and trials before them. Fear of the unknown challenged their every decision. History charted stormy seas to come. Every year had its own set of unforeseen troubles. Goals met, goals unmet. Love gained, love lost. Trust forged, trust broken. Joys shared, joys spoiled.
In the past forty-three years, we've called ourselves husband and wife. It was not a picnic every day but who has a picnic every day without having it rained out occasionally? A rainbow did not follow every storm, but neither did a storm produce every rainbow.
We have endured more than most couples and less than others. There were times when we saw the flaws in one another more than the perfections. We've understood one another most of the time and when we didn't, we still loved one another. We each revelled in the other's happiness and were never jealous of one another's individual abilities or talents. We appreciated the best in one another, and forgave the worst. I suppose that is why we've really lasted forty-three years.
I'm grateful for all the times I've been forgiven and experienced the unconditional love of my husband. He's far more than I deserve and I am far less than he deserves. Still....
There's a lot to be said for the words written inside a card. Especially when the card is chosen by a husband who reads every card on a rack till he finds just the one to express his heart. I'll spare you the mush and simply share how he signed it: "Love, your happy, happy husband." Isn't that sweet? I think so, and really?....after forty-three years of marriage, I have learned that to my husband, that's all that matters anyway. selahV
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