This week I have had the supreme pleasure of seeing the beautiful harvest moon each morning while waterjogging at the local pool at an ungodly hour. Before my 30 minutes of laps are up, I am then treated to a sunrise. I thought about this several times today – the sun and moon are in perfect alignment for that to occur. By tonight the moon is no longer full, and the sunset will take place a few minutes later – and the opportunity to enjoy that particular set of beautiful scenes will be past.
I am reminded of another time when the sun and moon were in perfect alignment. They had to have been. A Sunday, 32 years ago today, when I was married to a wonderful man who was (is) my very best friend. We were married by a judge in a civil ceremony, in the presence of 2 witnesses and 2 German Shepherds. No family present – no reception, no hoopla. I had been married before and did not want to repeat that stress-filled experience.
We had a low-key honeymoon in Northern Michigan, punctuated by car trouble and a terrible migraine. Omens? He watched Monday night football and I read a book. A sign of things to come? Not a terribly exciting beginning, but one filled with love, tenderness, and hope. Sweet Cheeks chartered a private plane and we flew over Grand Traverse Bay – in the fall, a very beautiful place. After a few days we returned home – but not to live together. The home we purchased was not ready to occupy, and I did not want to move my kindergartener twice, so our first 6 weeks of marriage were spent living apart. Not typical, but not awful.
Over the years there have been peaks and valleys, struggles and triumphs. At one time or another each of us has considered throwing in the towel, but fortunately, never both at the same time. We fought, made up, laughed, and cried, never losing sight of our love and commitment, although sometimes the focus has had to be readjusted.
So today, I want to thank my wonderful husband for 32 years of sweet togetherness. Thirty-two years of laughter, support, truthfulness, and friendship. He is my staunchest defender, best cheerleader, and a perfect straight man for my warped sense of humor. He endures my snarkiness with characteristic good grace, and tactfully tells me when I step over the line (which is more often than I care to admit). He has loved me through thick and thin (literally and figuratively), highs and lows, and every spot in between.
I am truly blessed. I do not know how many more years togther we will have, but I can tell you that it will not be nearly enough.
Happy Anniversary, Sweet Cheeks.