Thirty-seven years of marriage

            Look at Jonathan and me in Greece a year before we married – children!  Still exploring. That day, we weren’t entirely sure marriage was in our future, but holy mackerel, here we are, 38 years later.
            The rich, complex endeavor of marriage is like a sea voyage. Magnificent days of sparkle and wonder fill your heart to overflowing, an ecstasy of elated liberation. Wild storms threaten the seaworthiness of your vessel. Windless doldrums threaten the heart’s fortitude. Eye-opening ports of call and unforeseen atmospheric phenomena educate, challenge, and inspire changed ways of being and seeing. You go into port for repairs and venture forth again, shored up, stronger, ready to sail on.
            Sailors are obliged to grow and change, and change comes – in meteoric revelations or in slow-moving, continental shifts, recognizable only in retrospect. Forged histories, triumphant and traumatic, bind them together.
            My beloved crewmate, who knows what’s ahead? But I’m on this ship for the long haul.
           
My 60th year in 60,000 words
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