Today marks 45 years of Mr.P and I becoming legally bound to each other.
And over those many, MANY years we’ve experienced a little of everything. Some better and worse, (there are ups and downs in everything), some sickness and health, (thankfully mostly healthy), and some richer and poorer… (the richer end of the teeter-totter is way more fun). We have grown with each new trial and adventure.
So that old saying really does apply here. “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.” No… wait. Maybe I’m thinking “what goes up must come down”? Well sheesh, that just sounded pessimistic. Perhaps it’s impossible to sum up forty-five years in one short yet clever cliche.
Much has changed since this young couple joyfully cut their wedding cake and ran out of the church to jump in the waiting Volkswagen Bug to ride into the sunset of happily ever after.
…And there has been happiness, along with a few tears.
Our first argument was over his pig trophy. Mr.P wanted to put in on our fireplace mantle. ACK… this city girl was mortified. How many pig trophies have you seen highlighted in Home and Garden Magazine? Yeah, me neither.
I have since come to love the wacky, bizarre, uniqueness of the darn thing.
It’s a one of a kind, just like Mr.P.
Happy Anniversary Mr.P! And by the way…
for the next 45 years? You’re in charge of picking up socks.