Twenty-nine years! Steve and I celebrated twenty-nine years of marriage on Monday. That sounds like a really long time, doesn't it? And it is. To me, however, those years seemingly flew by like colorful leaves on a blustery autumn day. They are filled with memories of a young couple in a second-floor apartment, learning to cook, and going to work. I see the happiest days of bringing babies home, plates of cookies left for Santa, and bikes with training wheels and swingsets. New houses. New friends. There are deeply sad times too. The death of parents, funerals, and realization of mortality. The passage of time brings birthdays, driving lessons, graduations, and weddings. Somehow, without realizing it, we become our parents; our children become us. The circle of life continues. Just as it is supposed to do.
Twenty-nine years ago, I knelt before a statue of The Blessed Virgin Mary and prayed for the blessing of children. That prayer was realized in our Madison, Peyton, Rhett, and Flynn. Our children celebrated us on our anniversary with flowers, dinner, and dessert. As we sat together, I remembered that prayer of a twenty-one-year-old girl in a puffy, long-sleeved wedding dress on a sweltering summer day. And my heart was filled with thanksgiving and joy.
June 29, 1991
(Thanks so much to my new friend who blogs beautifully at Beside a babbling brook for reminding me of this photo!
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