How did it get to be July already?
Geesh. It seems there is some warp of the space-time continuum in the summer. The days fly by so much faster than they do during the school year. Wasn’t graduation just a week or so ago?
Actually, I believe the blame lies mostly in my age. Time slips by so fast now compared to when I was younger. I’m constantly amazed at finding my children — my very grown up children — doing things it seems I was doing just yesterday. Like being in college and getting married. When did I get old enough to have a daughter and son-in-law who just passed their first wedding anniversary? I don’t even want to think about how surreal it will be when they make me a — gasp! — grandmother.
Last week the Old Man and I celebrated our twenty-fifth wedding anniversary. Twenty five years. Seriously. A quarter century. But what seems so odd is that I can vividly remember it being just yesterday that I was the bride. And I remember that first positive pregnancy test. And two in diapers at the same time. And day care. And soccer every Saturday morning. And… Well, you get the picture. Perhaps that space-time continuum warp applies to more than just the summer.
I promised the Old Man I wouldn’t write anything mushy and sentimental about our anniversary. We played the day very low key, which should surprise absolutely no one. The kids both called. We received a couple of cards in the mail. We went out for some really good Italian food that we both ate far too much of. The whole evening was so… us.
I jokingly call Jeff my own “romance hero” on my website biography page. Anyone who knows us has to chuckle at that. Jeff isn’t romantic. In fact, Jeff is so far removed from romantic, he’s the antithesis. And you know what? I couldn’t care less. This man has stood by my side through so much. When we took our vows in 1983, we had no idea that we would get the worse of “for better or worse,” the poorer of “for richer or poorer,” and the sickness of “in sickness and in health.” I’m not complaining, mind you. Just sayin’. But you know what the marvelous part of our marriage has been? Going through all we’ve been through has made us stronger, and there’s never been a time I reached for his hand and it wasn’t there.
Okay, so I did get a bit mushy and sentimental after all. I suppose it’s the romance writer in me. I could really have tried to tug those heartstrings, but I’ll refrain for the time being. Maybe on our fiftieth. 
I do have to wonder how fast the next twenty-five years — God willing — will go by.
Even if the time flies by, I’ll still try to enjoy every speedy minute.
Happy belated SILVER anniversary! We’re creeping toward 19 here and like you, I still vivdly remember being the bride. Also like you, we’ve had our share of ‘worse, poorer & sickness’. Character building and all that. Right?
Love your horse pics. When I was a little girl my ‘wealthy uncle’ used to take my sister and I to the Barrie Raceway,fill us up on Shirley Temples and shrimp and let us bet our silly little faces off making our choices based on the color the jockie wore, cute names, etc. Surprising how often we won.
Wow, what a ton of writing awards! Well done. Love the thrity-twelve title! I’ve been telling people for six months now that I’m ‘twenty-nine eleven’
Thank for all the nice comments, Lainey! I think everyone gets their share of the bad as well as the good. And, as you said, we’ve developed character from all we’ve experienced.
Looks like we’re going to be “working together” at Bookstrand. I need to post a blog about how all that came to be. Soon. Promise.