25 Years... I can't believe it...

When my husband and I got married 1 June 1985, my mother bet my aunt $5 that we wouldn't make it a year. It's been 25 years, as of 1 June 2010 and I am wondering if my aunt ever collected?

Life is a continual climb. If anything worthwhile were easy, we wouldn't have to be commanded to endure to the end, now would we? To endure is not the same as 'sit back and enjoy to ride'. Endure hints of difficulty. Marriage can be difficult. But, no question, it has been well worth the effort.

I once told my husband that the relationship between him and me has been the most difficult relationship I've ever had. But, I told him, it is the one through which my greatest joys have been realized. It is the relationship that has brought me the most happiness and fulfillment.

I've said before that relationships are like camp fires; Cozy at the proper distance, but you can get burned if you get too close. You have to know where the boundaries are. I think I'm re-thinking my position on that one. In general, it is a good idea to establish safe boundaries in relationships. But, in marriage, the boundaries are so close to each other, it sometimes seems impossible to not get a little burn now and again... or even to never 'burn' him. After all, where does he end and I begin?

How can two people 'in twain' be one if not very close to each other?
While we each work out our salvation and grow into the people the Lord would have us become, there will inevitably be growing pains. I think it must be a part of the package. As long as life's decisions are made in consideration of righteous principles, all is well.

Daniel and I have had so much of a happy life together. I'm so grateful for the wonderful life we've had so far. I wonder if the next 25 years will pass in a breath, as well?

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  1. CharlyJuly 15, 2010 at 5:08 AM

    I love, love, love your blog posts!!! I thought this was a beautiful post! Happy Anniversary!

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