That's ten years times two, man!
For a marriage to last twenty years, it has to endure the winds of change. It has to survive and thrive.
Twenty Things That Our Marriage Has Survived
Our marriage survived an extremely long courtship (eight years). Yikes.
Our marriage survived a wild wedding (include a wet and muddy ending . . . I got thrown into the Lawrence Brook and was too filthy to ride home in the vicinity of my lovely wife, instead, I got loaded onto a trash bag in the back of an SUV).
Our marriage survived our first years of teaching.
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| Twenty years ago, in Milan . . . |
Our marriage survived cross country trips and a monthlong voyage to Ecuador.
Our marriage survived ditching tenure for parts unknown.
Our marriage survived three years living in Damascus and traveling the world.
Our marriage survived intestinal distress and the Second Intifada.
Our marriage survived life before we had money to pay for a cleaning lady (barely).
Our marriage has survived numerous births and deaths.
Our marriage has survived a house purchase and kitchen renovation. Our bank account barely survived.
Our marriage survived a child in a skull shaping helmet.
Our marriage has survived travel soccer.
Our marriage outlasted my 1993 Jeep Cherokee.
Our marriage survived our impetuous son getting hit by a car (he was fine).
Our marriage has survived the acquisition of two dogs.
Our marriage (and out basement) has survived floods and hurricanes (with FEMA assistance!)
Our marriage has survived epic family trips across our vast nation and beyond.
Our marriage survived ditching tenure for parts unknown.
Our marriage survived three years living in Damascus and traveling the world.
Our marriage survived intestinal distress and the Second Intifada.
Our marriage survived life before we had money to pay for a cleaning lady (barely).
Our marriage has survived numerous births and deaths.
Our marriage has survived a house purchase and kitchen renovation. Our bank account barely survived.
Our marriage survived a child in a skull shaping helmet.
Our marriage has survived travel soccer.
Our marriage outlasted my 1993 Jeep Cherokee.
Our marriage survived our impetuous son getting hit by a car (he was fine).
Our marriage has survived the acquisition of two dogs.
Our marriage (and out basement) has survived floods and hurricanes (with FEMA assistance!)
Our marriage has survived epic family trips across our vast nation and beyond.
Our marriage has survived raccoons in the attic.
Our marriage has survived my wife teaching fifth-grade math remotely (barely).
And our marriage has survived the Covid-19 quarantine . . . so far.
To celebrate all of this survival, we planted something that could very well survive beyond our marriage . . . a Scarlet Fire dogwood tree.
Apparently, although we stumbled on it serendipitously, it's the perfect tree to commemorate our anniversary. Catherine and I met in New Brunswick, while we were both attending Rutgers, and this tree was bred and developed at Rutgers. Forty-five years of horticulture to produce this tree.
There's a Chinese proverb that says: “The best time to plant a tree was 20 years ago. The second best time is now.”
I hope twenty years from now, Catherine and I will be able to look at this tree and remember when we planted it.
5 comments:
Dave has emotions! Wow!
Lovely.
i have lots of emotions! most of them fall under the classification of "irritated."
in davespeak, this is goddamn byronesque
So cute and you are both adorable! Best wishes for twenty years more xx
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