Monday, July 19, 2010
DECADES: WARP SPEED
If someone would have told me over three decades ago that I would be a grandmother of a loving, beautiful little boy I would have shaken my head in disbelief. Heck, I thought I knew what the future held for me and my future husband when I walked down the aisle to become his wife. I knew that I would have an easy-breezy life; no economic worries; no life-threatening medical issues for anyone I love; steady employment for my husband and white picket fences to help corral our three children. We would have only happy days with rainbows and unicorns. Those were my thoughts and I was clean and sober when I believed all those dreams were mine to claim. After all, I had survived incredible difficult trials and tribulations throughout my earlier years, so it was owed to me.
Our wedding was planned using a very tiny budget, since we were on our own for the most part. My wedding dress was on sale, we kept the guest list short and we served cake, coffee and punch at the reception. We couldn't afford dinner for our guests, a dance, or any other fancy trappings that seem to be part of everyone's weddings/receptions these days. Simple wedding ceremony; a friend to take pictures; quick reception and then we left for a one night "honeymoon" in Corpus Christi. Our Honeymoon room was a gift from my mom and step-dad which helped our budget, also.
In spite of the simplicity of the ceremony, reception and honeymoon we have worked together for the last thirty-one years to battle all the broken hopes and dreams we have endured. Each goal we have mastered, has strengthened our bond as a team. At times, life has been relentless trying to break us, but it is then that we have bolstered each other. When one of has felt weak, the other one has carried the load, until both of us reach inward for the last bit of strength needed to "make it to the finish line."
We now celebrate each other, while sometimes driving each a bit crazy. We tease each other; help each other achieve goals; celebrate each other; frustrate each other over silliness; encourage each other through life's trials; protect each other from the storm; hold each other and love each other like no one else has ever done.
Those two young, naive, know-it-all people didn't marry their best friends. Best friends came out of the union created on that hot summer day so many decades ago. Who would have thought that God's plans would strengthen our relationship, producing two dedicated people who would do anything to make life easier for the other one?
Thank you, God for giving me the man, love and life I have.
This blog is dedicated to the man who has had my back on more occasion than I could ever count. Happy anniversary, Husband. I love you more than you'll ever know.