Today is my wedding anniversary.
It's hard to believe Walt and I have been married for 44 years.
It was a freezing night in January when we met. I was 19 and he was 20. He was an airman stationed at Scott Air Force Base across the river in Illinois. I was working as a civilian clerk-stenographer for the Army in St. Louis. Kathy and Judy, two of my friends from work, convinced me to go with them to a Friday-night dance on the base.
Six months later, one week after he turned 21, we were married on a steamy Friday evening at St. Mary's Church in Bridgeton. We left for our honeymoon in Cape Cod later that night.
Today we are going to eat lunch at a restaurant he heard about on talk radio. He has been wanting to check it out for some time. They have great seafood and blues music. Two of his favorites.
Yesterday we ordered new living room furniture as anniversary presents to ourselves. When you've been married for more than four decades, a comfy couch and matching loveseat are quite the romantic gifts.
With this being a blog about books and writing, I have to make a comparison between writing and marriage.
When I read a book or a story, one mark of what separates the good from the great is: Would I read it again?
Like a great piece of writing, the question about our marriage is: Would I do it again?
Without a doubt, the answer is: Yes!
So, happy anniversary, honey. Here's to many more.
"Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never fails." 1 Corinthians 13.