Last weekend, under a blazing sun, The Man and I drove three hours north to the Dallas area to celebrate our 36th wedding anniversary.
As we rolled along, leaving the city behind us, I thought of all the miles we’ve traveled together in the last three-plus decades. In sunshine and rain, in good times and pain, we kept on going. Some days there were potholes and flat tires to contend with, even a crash or two, but the sweet miles in between made it all worthwhile.
Every couple writes their own love story, unaware of what the next chapter holds, not knowing how, or even when, the story will end. I’m glad The Man and I are still writing our story. The only way to have longevity in a marriage is to keep on keeping on. And at the end of the day, it is our commitment to each other that moves us along.
We tried to get a decent picture of ourselves one morning. After a dozen attempts, and a lot of laughs, this is the best we got.
Until next time, happy weekend!