I still can’t wrap my head around that number. It doesn’t seem possible that that many years have passed. When we passed 30 years I felt like we were part of the old timers’ club, the kind where we give knowing looks to one another because we survived being married to one person without an injunction.
After we hit the 40 year mark, we were not quite part of the noble gang of the 50+ marrieds, but we had a good chance of getting there, so they cut us some slack.
This year is number 41. I sometimes wonder why Greg hasn’t traded me in for a younger model, but I have a sneaking suspicion it’s because he enjoys comfortable and familiar surroundings. A younger woman wouldn’t understand half his jokes. Besides, she could never keep up with what I do all day. 🙂
That brings me to the bone I have to pick with Greg. Please tell me if you recognize this scenario or if it only happens to me.
Why is it I can empty the garbage a hundred times and not expect one iota of recognition, but Greg does it ONE time and he has to make sure to mention it so I can commend him on it?
Why? Why, I ask you?
It’s like that scene in the movie, Kate & Leopold where Kate’s brother gives Leopold stellar advice. He shows him how to load the dishwasher, but tells him to wait to turn it on, so that she SEES him doing it.
Men! I think it’s just men anyway. I’ve never heard of a woman doing this.
Anyway, I love my shadow. He might not anticipate my every need, but he’s there when I need him most. And he even made dinner last night!
Happy anniversary, hubby. Here’s to 41 more.
This is a picture of our wedding bands. We haven’t worn them in a long time. We did at first, but then Greg nearly ripped his finger off when it caught as he jumped off a metal platform at work. I kept taking my rings off (and constantly misplacing them) because I painted in oils. Finally, we stopped wearing them all together.
As it happens they no longer fit anyway. Between arthritis and weight gain, my fingers are no longer that tiny size of 4 ½. We still have them though along with both engagement rings. (Yes. I gave Greg an engagement ring too.) I’d like to trade them in for something else, but Greg’s sentimental, so back in the box they go.
If you’re married, do you still wear your wedding band? Are we atypical for not wearing ours?