Friday, July 8, 2011
THE ONE TIME
I know no one wants to hear it, so I'll just say that neither one of us had a happy childhood. So when we left home to marry, we knew that there would be no running home to mama if things didn't work out, which was actually a blessing in disguise. We took the part of the vows about cleaving to each other very seriously. We were united in adversity as many so-called friends discouraged us by arguing that we were too young (19 and 21), needed to get out and explore the world more, needed more experience in life, etc. I often ponder if those people have made happier marriages than we have, it's doubtful.. As for the exploring the world, it was much better to do it together. At the end of the day, the best place in the world has been our own dear little home, and no five star restaurant could serve a tastier dish than strawberries and peas plucked from the vine and eaten right there in the garden.
So today, after thirty-three years together, we still laugh, dream and scheme together. We still cleave to each other in hardships. And he still sees me as that young girl not the fifty-two year old woman that I am! With love and fidelity to my dear Ran, the most exasperating and wonderful person on Earth!
The picture is of our front garden. Ran loves hostas and this one is huge. I get a lot of hosta envy from fellow gardeners over this one!