I’ve just returned from three lovely days in San Francisco, California. It was a whirlwind tour of the city, Napa, Highway 1, Muir Woods, and Alcatraz. I’ve visited many other states but never the Golden State. It didn’t disappoint.
My sweet husband had declared a few months ago that we needed to get away. He was so right. It was a joy to have time alone with him — to hold his hand, stroll the shoreline, and watch the “fog [come] on little cat feet” over the hills. Often we are too busy to appreciate one another as individuals. We are a great team — with three busy kids, you learn to play zone defense like a pro! Sometimes, though, you have to stop, look the other person in the eye, recognize who they are and acknowledge the beauty of it.
Nineteen years ago, dressed in a flowing white gown and sporting a veiled pompadour, I said, “I do.” A wedding is for a day; you become married over time. A marriage is a lifelong journey that requires effort and intention. What a precious and invaluable journey we’ve been on. I’m so grateful. I’m ready for nineteen more and nineteen after that.