“Take care of all your memories… For you cannot relieve them.” Bob Dylan
Eighteen years ago today Gene and I were united in holy matrimony. It was a joyous, mid-life love affair.
We found we share a love of family, nature and the out-of-doors, dogs, bird watching and gardening. Our courtship was spent dancing and camping. I sure wish I had our courting and wedding photographs scanned to share! Instead here is a photograph taken of us about thirteen years ago and one yesterday on Thanksgiving Day.
Gene and I, then and now.
It’s kind of a miracle really, as I was married the first time at age 19 and was married for 24 years until it fell apart. I was devastated as I had been married longer than I was single and I did not want to be single. And, having serious endometriosis, multiple surgeries and a sketchy work history as a result, I was not at all sure I could support myself and my home.
Starting over at age 45 was not easy. But as I grew, I made the decision to wait until I met my true partner. Then a friend introduced me to Gene and a year and a half later she stood up with us as we were married.
Like all marriages, it’s been a rough ride at times, but we have both committed to put our marriage… not our own needs first. “What is in the best interest of our long-term marriage,” is our mantra.
Love is a choice.
Small House / Big Sky Donna