Happy 35th Anniversary

Bridge in San Pedro

What a road my husband and I have traveled over the past 35 years of marriage.

There is a passage in the book just finished, The English Major which resonated when the protagonist ruminated
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"A professor said that what saved writers is that they, like politicians, had the illusion of destiny which allowed them to overcome obstacles... Destiny seemed to be a religious concept on the order of the Calvinist idea of predestination."

Looking back to when we first started looking forward together I am certain we did not understand the power provided vows made to God before family, friends and congregants.  Our early sense of destiny.  that we belong together, became a bridge that helped smooth the crossing when the deep waters of a long term marriage churned in passing storms.

When the send button here is punched. I am going to walk out front with clippers to fill a vase. Fill my home with the illusion fresh flowers provide 5 star hotel lodging. 

'Mary Rose'

My earliest English roses,  David Austen 'Evelyn' and 'Mary Rose' challenged my patience in their early years.
Perhaps it is the sentimentality of an anniversary , but today I look at them as analogous to "In sickness and in health. "  There were days I wanted to divorce their diseased, attention grubbing bodies.

Now that they are established- I'm glad we hung in there. The day would not be so beautiful without them.


Bridge in San Pedro photographed by Gene Sasse. Used with permission.