If you’ve been following me for a while, you may have noticed that every October I get rather sentimental.
It’s partly due to Canadian Thanksgiving on the second Monday in October – it seems like a good time to be reflective – but I tend to generally be that kind of person anyway. I don’t need much of a reason to get all mushy.
… but October is extra special and this year I’ve been thinking a lot about the past 35 years. You see, that’s how long I’ve been married to this man.
Thirty-five years … this Thanksgiving weekend.
In my youth when my parents used to talk about events 30 – 40 years ago, I couldn’t help but think that they were old. I mean really old. I couldn’t imagine reminiscing about events in my past that were SOOOO long ago.
…. and yet, here I am. Reflecting on 35 years of marriage.
So these are my thoughts and a handful of grainy photos from our lives well-lived together – so far.
Three addresses we’ve called home. All in one city.
Countless friends who have graced our lives.
We’ve mourned the loss of 3 parents …. and too many friends.
We’ve travelled thousands and thousands of miles together across 22 countries.
We’ve survived countless renovations, wallpapering, and dance lessons. We’ve agreed to never attempt the latter two again.
We’ve laughed. We’ve cried. We’ve argued.
We’ve shouted at each other. We’ve given each other the silent treatment.
… but we’ve always forgiven and moved on.
Love, respect, and a sense of humour always prevail in a life well lived.