Happy “Don and Claudia Met on This Date” day. Twenty-nine years ago, in fact.
Which means that October will bring our 25th wedding anniversary.
Who would have thought?!?
I’ll keep this simple and brief. This man is a gift from God and every day I acknowledge that truth.
We both carried a load of baggage when we met but somehow, despite our fears, we opened up about all of that quite early on. We wanted to be better at this. Cautiously optimistic, we moved forward. We always talked things through. We were granted the gift of time and space when Don had to go to Arizona for another commitment. No cell phones then. No Face Time. Just a land line on which we talked every Monday night, our mutual day off. We really got to know each other. By the time he came back to San Diego, we were ready for the next chapter.
I never thought I would marry anyone, not because I didn’t think I was deserving. It was more about my fear of getting bored with someone and of sharing my space with another human. Me: introvert who needed privacy and to have her things all in one place, under her control. Don: Extrovert, married before, impulse guy who would move in with me without blinking an eye because why shouldn’t we?
Somehow we worked it all out.
And here we are 29 years later, loving nothing more than spending the day together in our cottage.
Anyway, I’m grateful.
The 4th of July has never been a big deal for me and lately I’m not feeling very patriotic.
But our anniversary is.
Stay safe.
Happy Tuesday.
