Fifty-four Years

Tomorrow, July 7, 2022 my husband, David and I will celebrate fifty-four years of marriage. I can’t believe it. Fifty-seven years ago I was a sixteen year old girl, minding my own business, going to the Dairy Queen at noon with my girlfriends from school when I saw him. The most handsome boy I had ever seen. A haircut in a burr while most boys were wearing Beatle haircuts, wearing a leather jacket and smoking a cigarette. It was my best friend’s cousin who was living with her family after his parents moved to the Virgin Islands. He did not want to go.

That Friday at a football game, he sat behind me and my friends and I thought he was interested in my girlfriend, Carol. Little did I know. That Sunday his cousin invited me to go to a movie, Joy in the Morning, with her and David and my mother said I could go. Let’s just say the day ended with some kisses and I was in love. Even my mother noticed that something had happened to me that day.

David and I dated all through his senior year and my junior year. Then he went into the military, but we knew we were going to get married one day. I went to college a year because my parents expected me to, but I knew I wanted to be married and have a family.

We were married by two pastors so we really are married. We spent our honeymoon at Traverse City, Michigan where David’s grandparents and other family lived.

The years passed so quickly. First one, then two and eventually three children joined our family and I had my big house and was extremely happy.

Sure, there have been some hard times, some sad times, some times when I felt like I wanted to quit, but David always was there to pick me up and keep me going.

I have been blessed to be married to one of the nicest men in the world who loves me completely. Not a day goes by that he doesn’t tell me I’m beautiful and that he loves me. I try to do the same for him except handsome instead of beautiful. He really is the most handsome man to me even now. Sexy, too, if I can embarrass my children a little bit by writing this.

So, David, if you are reading this, Happy Anniversary. I love you and you have made my life worth living. Let’s try for a few decades more. A thousand years would not be enough nor a million so we will have to continue our love affair in Heaven when the time comes. Love you, my handsome, sexy husband. Bye.

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