Fifteen years ago today, on a sunny April morning, Gerry and I were married. It was a small and simple ceremony, at that even larger than I would have chosen had it been up to me alone. My soon-to-be husband was of the mind that we needed to mark the occasion with a celebration, though. He was right, of course.
We came together that morning having already lived a good portion of our lives apart, each carrying a measure of baggage from those past lives; mine, arguably, a bit heavier than his. Still, we chose to join our hands, our lives, and our families. Our lives changed that day as we started a new journey together.
We couldn’t have imagined all that would transpire between that beautiful day and today. Four homes; two countries; three grandchildren; and now we’ve taken the first steps on a brand new journey as we walk into retirement together.
My husband brought laughter and joy into my life. He supports me; he believes in me; and yes, he makes me crazy at times! Still, without a doubt, he is a gift from God to me.
“Grow old along with me!
The best is yet to be,
The last of life, for which the first was made:
Our times are in His hand . . .”
~ Robert Browning
Happy Anniversary, Gerry. I love you seven.