You know what they say about the best laid plans. Or maybe you don’t. Does it matter?
I had a post planned for today, in my head anyway. It didn’t happen as planned.
Today is my (and my wife’s) 35th wedding anniversary. I was planning on being a little personal, sharing some photos mentioning how much I love her. I was going to be eloquent, to outdo Shakespeare. I figured I had plenty of time to write it.
Then life intervened. It was a crazy week with some unexpected work-related events that put me behind on everything. Still no problem, I had time. Then, somehow, I caught a cold.
I don’t get colds. Which is probably why this one hit me hard. I’d run though all the symptoms, but you don’t want to hear about it. Suffice it to say that nothing non-essential got done for a couple of days. I still don’t feel 100 per cent, though I’m better than I was on Thursday and Friday.
I figured I’d write something quickly while she is out of the room. It is Saturday afternoon as I write this; we’ve gotten away for the weekend, staying at a hotel she worked at 37 years ago. She’s exploring – there have been major renovations.
How do you sum up 35 years in a short space? We’ve lived on three continents, raised two wonderful children, had fulfilling careers and are still seeking to serve God to the best of our abilities, still desiring to share the love of Jesus with others.
It has been a full life, and 35 years is just the beginning. On June 23, 1984, Vivian and I said “I do.” We didn’t really know what we were doing – I believe no-one who gets married really does. If we understood all the implications we’d be too scared to go through with it.
Hindsight though is 20/20. Looking back at the past 35 years I know I did the right thing. We did the right thing. If I had to do it all over again, I’d do it in a heartbeat.
I just wish I could express my love more eloquently.