Yesterday was our 32nd anniversary. Actually, it was 32 plus 1, but after eleven thousand six hundred eighty-eight days, what is another day? It all depends on how you count it. I mentioned it to B and I got a smile, I think.
I’ve known my wife a few more days longer than 11,688 days, but yesterday was the anniversary of our first date. We went to the zoo and it was a blazing hot day as most days in Houston, Texas are in June, or late May, July, and August. The night before we had gone out with a group and had fun dancing, listening to music, and talking and sharing a beer or two, it’s what twenty somethings do. At the end of the night we exchanged phone numbers and the rest is history, of sorts.
We were inseparable that summer – when I wasn’t at school, studying, or working or she was working – we were together, it’s hard to remember the dates – 4th of July concert and fireworks, dancing, golf, the park, dinners, and more….
Somewhere in the basement I have a picture of her from the event it’s in box of photos from long ago and far away. But, I have a picture of us from the end of the summer, it’s from a trip to the beach before she left to go back to college for her senior year.
I couldn’t find the photo, so I had to go dig in the basement, find the box and scan a couple of photos.
We married 1991 and this October we’ll celebrate 25 years of marriage.
In between there have been ups and downs. Two kids. A dog. A goldfish. And a late hamster. And more, so much more.
I am thankful, grateful, apologetic, persistent, resilient and more adjectives than space. I would not be where I am without her by my side. There have been days when we’ve been out of sync and other days when our step could’ve been a metronome. She’s my partner and I couldn’t think of better one to help keep me in step and in line.
It’s Saturday morning and the grounds crew is mowing away next door, my grounds crew mowed yesterday and is still sleeping upstairs. He’s off on a scouting adventure tomorrow morning, O has her last softball game of the season, and we’ve got a plate full of chores in between. I’ll do them with a smile, even the one’s I’d rather avoid. Making the Days Count, one day at a time, eleven thousand six hundred eighty-eight and counting.
What are you and your partner up to today?
Today’s post is inspired by last week’s WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge: Partners This week, share an image of partners. A pair, a trio, a sextet; people, buildings, plants — whatever you choose to shoot, give us subjects that are in tune with one another.