Love in the Time of Corona

Today is our wedding anniversary. Twenty-one years ago today, Gerry and I stood at the front of a small church and vowed to love one another through good and less-than-good times. One might look at these days as a batch of those not so good ones.

But, you know, we’ve got good food in our bellies, a comfortable home to live in, healthy kids and brilliant grandkids. We’ve got books and jigsaw puzzles and a community garden plot where magic is starting to happen. We have enough.

While the plans for an anniversary getaway we talked about earlier this year are long since forgotten, we’ve planned an intimate little celebration involving a take-out meal from a local restaurant. While our stock portfolio is in a tailspin, we’ve still got enough.

Maybe one of the most valuable gifts after twenty-one years is the gift of having enough. Lord willing, there are still mountaintop experiences ahead of us; sure as anything there are valleys as deep and deeper than the one we’re in today.

But love in the time of corona on the occasion of a twenty-first wedding anniversary feels abundant.

Not flashy, but rich and enduring. Sometimes crazy-making, still fun and rich with laughter. And in the dark times, because there will always be dark times, it feels like a safe place. A sweet reminder of the gift of having enough.

Happy Anniversary, Gerry. I love you seven.

Word wrangler. Photo taker. I'm here early most mornings with one of my photos and a few words about life and those thin places where faith intersects. Author of The Presence of Absence: A Story About Busyness, Brokenness, and Being Beloved and Two Hearts: An Adoptee's Journey Through Grief to Gratitude.
2 comments
  1. Happy anniversary!

  2. Happy anniversary to you and Gerry, Linda! I loved this: “Not flashy, but rich and enduring. Sometimes crazy-making, still fun and rich with laughter. And in the dark times, because there will always be dark times, it feels like a safe place. A sweet reminder of the gift of having enough.” Your words say it all.

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