Thirty years with my love

Thirty years.
I can hardly believe so much time has passed so quickly.
Today is our thirtieth wedding anniversary and I am more in love with my husband today than the day we married.
I had a bit of a scare last night when we couldn’t find our wedding album. We’ve had a lot of upheaval in our house this summer - emptying the attic to make room for son #2 to live (I get his old bedroom as a sitting room) and packing up the entire house to refinish the floors in our 110 year old four square - and the album was not where it always has been.
My husband remembered having packed it - he just didn’t remember exactly where he’d put the box. Remarkably, I maintained my cool and prepared to be worried for a long time when suddenly my daughter found it.
Whew.


I look at the photos of that day and remember the joy we shared in making our lives together. It amazes me that we still feel that joy in each other and our relationship every day.
We’ve been through a lot in our 30 years - mental illness in myself and three of our four children; diagnosis of a genetic disorder and its consequent medical issues in myself and three of our children as well. It hasn’t been easy and it hasn’t always been unicorns and rainbows.

But through it all we have loved and supported each other, honestly sharing our hopes and fears. When life and circumstances seemed almost more than we could bear, we held onto each other and worked on our relationship.
Together.
Now we’re at a point in our lives when our youngest will head off to college in a few weeks. 









We’ll both have some sadness at the passing of this phase of our lives, but we also have time with each other to look forward to; more time to spend together than we’ve had for 27 years!
And we’re excited.
I can’t wait to start the next 30 years with my love.