Today I have been married for 22 years to my high-school sweetheart. We met in 11th grade when I was 15 and he was 17, began dating in May of 1987, and were together for 6 months before I moved 1,100 miles away, and our relationship became long-distance. This was during the dinosaur-days, mind you, when there were no cell-phones, no internet in every home and no wireless technology coursing through the airwaves. There were pen and paper and stamps and there were phone bills to mark up, and there was much sadness and longing. Then all of my dreams came true…
This morning we drink coffee out of our copper-colored anniversary mugs. Copper is the 22 year gift I found somewhere on the internet.
My thoughtful husband gave me my gift early. Last Saturday, in fact. It was another charm for my bracelet called Swan Embrace symbolic of both our love and my intention for the year. Neither of us knew at the time that the jewelry store would be closed this week for the holiday and that sickness would take over our life afterwards. It was a sweet grace.
I gave him something besides coffee mugs. Maybe I will take a picture later. It’s very G-rated.
It’s going to be a laid-back kind of day. No big celebration other than that of being together in our house of love watching our life together continue to