A year from today my husband and I will celebrate our
fortieth wedding anniversary. My friends at the nursing home tell me forty isn’t
really something to crow about. (If you want a new perspective on life, I
recommend spending time with people who’ve seen more of it than you have.) It
feels like a big deal, though. Fifty-five percent of all married couples have
been together at least fifteen years. Thirty-five percent make it to their 25th
anniversaries and only six percent live to see fifty years. Most marriages that
end in divorce do so during the first decade. When I think about our first ten
years, that makes perfect sense. We were raising small children and building a
new career at the same time. There was never enough money, and we never got
enough sleep. It’s a miracle we made it to our tenth anniversary. We celebrated
then, and we’re celebrating now. Next year, we’ll celebrate again.
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