I love to say "Thirty-one long, long years of wedded bliss."
But you know what? It has been. Some years were longer than others, but when I look back at the fleeting chapters, they sure do look good and happy and worthy.
We met in college. He, a grad student, and me, an undergrad. He, an international student, and me, an Okie. He, an engineer, and me, an Arts and Science major. He, a rock music guy, and me, strictly classical.
We, who ended up together, enjoying international friends, all sorts of music, the arts, the sciences, cycling, skiing, running, sailing, Europe, Africa, Australia and more.
Hikes in the mountains, hikes through museums. Prayers at dinner, teatime in the lavender field.
I am blessed and fortunate.