Yesterday was our wedding anniversary. We got married in July, 1976 because “everyone in the family gets married in July”; it was a very hot and humid day. It was a nice wedding in a small town in a small church stuffed to overflowing with guests. Barry’s cousin married us and asked, “Do you Sharon …. uh …. Susan take this man?”, and I laughed out loud! All our family and friends were there and went to the church basement after the ceremony to enjoy cake and punch. Barry’s uncle took the photos and many of the guests left before we could join them downstairs. Afterwards, we changed into our polyester wedding clothes and drove to St. Louis for a night in a hotel.
Our marriage has been just like that; nothing flashy or showy, just comfortable for us. We fight and laugh and like and dislike together. We have 3 sons, 1 daughter-in-law and 1 grandson. We have loved and lost some of our grandparents and parents. We have lived in 4 houses and, now, 1 RV. We have had 8 dogs, 1 rabbit, 1 chinchilla and 1 parakeet as well as 25 different cars (we would probably be richer with less of those). We have had 10 different jobs and more part-time ones.
Last year was our big year: we both turned 60 and celebrated our 40th anniversary. Truthfully, we did not really “celebrate” last year, we just recognized those days. This year was different. We drove to Kansas City and ate dinner at Chaz on the Plaza located in the Raphael Hotel. Years ago, Barry surprised me with a weekend getaway to the Raphael; it has great memories for us. A delicious dinner in an intimate setting reminded us of the good parts of our marriage.
I think we will keep counting anniversaries for the rest of our lives.