In terms of world history, forty-five years qualifies as hardly an eye-blink. True. But for a marriage, it’s a considerable amount of time.
This week, I became familiar with a renowned artist’s battle with disease and pain. Who knew that Pierre-Auguste Renoir, the creator of such fabulous paintings, suffered so? Click here to read more on a modern artist’s blog:
Renoir’s philosophy provides something to ponder:
“The pain passes but the beauty remains.”
Can anyone NOT relate? Our lives overflow with ups and downs–we ride waves of joy and sorrow, productivity and pain. At times, we collapse on the shore.
But when we open our eyes, beauty remains. Perhaps this bit of loveliness covers only a small space, but to us, means everything. On the road Lance and I travel, this “awakening to beauty” has been continual, starting with creating a home. Lance caught this robin in the act . . . so serious, so intent on its task.
From that first “I do,” we’ve employed lots of other powerful verbs. Bear with me, please, I’m in editing mode right now, and strong verbs make all the difference!
We’ve had to say, “I will,” and once in a while, delve deep to utter, “I won’t.” Tough for both sides.
The idea being to always return to that original “I do”–I DO take you to be my “wedded husband/wife.” I know, I know, this ages us.
Of course, this vow entailed far more than we ever could have imagined. but through umpteen moves, (one trans-Atlantic) job changes, child-rearing, overseas deployments, personal struggles, successes and losses, this I DO has grounded us.
Simply said, today we celebrate our fortitude, determination, tenacity, and when need be, courage to listen to our hearts and stand up for ourselves. We’re eating lunch at a local restaurant today and paying a visit to a gardening center and a thrift store–that’s our celebratory plan.
Doesn’t take much to satisfy us, eh? Well, consider our age and temperaments. (:
Behold this thoughtful anniversary bouquet, replete with yellow–such a cheerful, forward-looking color. Sunflowers, roses, daisies . . . I embrace each bloom. As a personal mantra, acknowledging pain (as Renoir did) but focusing on the beauty makes quite practical sense.
Beautiful words, beautiful bouquet. I’ll read about the artist last, as I read about my married friends first. God bless your years!
Thank you! How many years is it for you?
Beautifully written! Happy anniversary!
Had you read this about Renoir before? I always love learning from historical figure’s lives.
Happy and Blessed Anniversary, Gail!
Congratulations!! And may you have many more blessed years together…..what a beautiful floral bouquet!
Very summery and cheery!
Happy Anniversary! Thanks for sharing the Renoir story. Love your bouquet too!
Don’t you love learning from biographies of famous folks? I surely do.
Happy anniversary! Well done and hope it was all comforting and enjoyable.
Well, like everyone’s life, I think, it’s a mix. But that’s all about being human, right?
54 years, 6 months, 2 days! And counting on many more!
Your bouquet touches me: my mom’s favorite flower–daisy, my hubby’s favorite flower–sunflower, and my favorite flower–yellow roses! Thanks!
Happy Anniversary sweet folks. It may be in heaven before I meet you two in person, but I’m certain we’ll become fast friends in person as much as we have through cyberspace. God’s blessings friends.
Thanks, J.D. I’m thinking heaven will be my meeting place for lots of folks. And that’s Ok!
Wow, you’re WAY ahead of us, girl! That’s kind of amazing, all three together. (: