I read somewhere that when people have loved each other for a very long time, love doesn’t get old. It gets better. Today my husband, George, and I have been married forty-one years, and I can attest to the truth of that statement. He still makes my heart flutter. Even just thinking about him, which I do so frequently during the day while he’s away, makes me smile at some remembered thing he said or a look he gave me. He calls me every morning when he gets to work to tell me he’s safe, and he calls me every evening when he leaves the office to tell me he’s on his way home. He always adds, “Can’t wait to get home to you.”
We were just 22 and 23 when we married. It didn’t seem so young at the time, and many of our peers married at the same age. As I look around at other people that age now, I can’t believe how young we were when we made that commitment to each other. So many young people today are still trying to figure out who they are and what career path they are on, even into their thirties, and by the time we were 28 and 29, George already had his Master’s degree, was the Director of Security and Safety at a college outside Philadelphia, and we had three children.
This weekend we painted our dining room and stripped the wallpaper off the downstairs bathroom and scrubbed glue off the walls. We laughed that it was a funny way to celebrate our anniversary weekend. But we were working together, so it felt good and right. “Don’t you feel like newlyweds?” my husband asked me, standing on a ladder with a paintbrush in his hand. We bought this house three and a half years ago and are slowly trying to put our own stamp on it to make it feel truly ours. He continued. “Working together like this makes me feel that we are those young kids we were when we got married.” Aren’t we? I thought. Just don’t go near any mirrors and we can perpetuate the fantasy. I knew exactly what he was saying, and I felt it, too.
So much has changed during our marriage, and nothing has changed. I don’t know where these past 41 years have gone. I want time to slow down because all those many years went by in a flash, and I know we don’t have another 41 years to spend with each other. One lifetime will not be enough to contain the love we have between us. Happy Anniversary to my sweetest Forever Love.