So far, John and I have been married for 16,436 days. A lot
of those days were pretty awful – especially the first dozen or so. The weather
was cold and nasty. We had to drag nearly everything we owned from Bethesda,
Maryland to Oneonta, New York and then Provo Utah before school started with
nothing but a beat-up Ford Mustang and a borrowed credit card. Along the way,
we had a flat tire and blew a piston. Not fun times. But some of those 16,436 days
were wonderful, like the days our four kids were born. There were the days our
sons were married and we welcomed three wonderful women into our family. Best
of all were the days our grandchildren were born. I don’t know if being married
45 years makes us experts, but we’ve learned to be patient with each other, to
treat each other with respect, to be forgiving and supportive, and to give each
other room to grow.
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