Last Friday, my wife and I celebrated our 27th Anniversary. Yes, we’re slowly getting old. But that’s okay—I’m fairly certain we’d be aging at the same rate whether we were married or not. And if I have to grow old, as apparently I do, there’s no one I’d rather do it with.
We celebrated our day by skipping work and taking a six-hour road trip. Romantic, huh? Well, for all of you who can’t imagine being stuck in a car for an anniversary, my wife is married to a truck driver; so a little driving should be expected! We did have a nice dinner that night and enjoyed a fun-filled weekend away from home—a mini-vacation spent with our son, who lives, as you might have guessed, about six hours away. Our many activities included: riding horses, driving Go-Carts, swimming, bowling, and a few rounds of miniature golf.
I suppose to some, our celebration may have seemed a little lame. There were no lavish parties, or anything exotic. However, for us, it’s not really about what we do, it’s more about spending time together while doing it. Spending time with each other is something we don’t get to do nearly often enough—thanks mainly to my job. But once in a while, we are blessed with the opportunity to spend some quality time together (such as a six-hour drive to somewhere). And visiting our son was an added bonus! We all had a great weekend and now, after another six-hour drive, my wife and I are back home; ready to start the daily grind again as we embark on our 28th year together.
As they do every year, a few people, co-workers and others, asked (with a bit of amazement) how we’ve managed to make it this long. Well actually, it wasn’t that difficult. Simple really. We got married and... waited. About 27 years.
And now, relatively speaking, six hours doesn’t seem that long, does it?