Thirty-three years. That's officially how long Tom and I have been married as of this evening, around 6 or 7 pm.
And they said you couldn't find lasting love in a bar...
...No more looking for love in all the wrong places
Looking for love in too many faces
Searching your eyes, looking for traces
Of what.. I'm dreaming of...
Now that I found a friend and a lover
God bless the day I discover
You, oh you, lookin' for love.
~Wanda Mallette and Patti Ryan
(For our first dance as a married couple, we chose "Looking for Love in All the Wrong Places." Yes, really! And I still love that song!)
They also said getting married on a Friday the 13th was bad luck...that once Tom graduated from college with his degree he'd dump me...that building a house together was suicide for a marriage...
We proved them all wrong.
At least for thirty-three years, now, anyway. If I've learned one thing since my wedding day, it's to not take your love or marriage for granted. To say we've had our ups and downs is putting it mildly...and it can turn in a heartbeat.
But if it ended tomorrow, I'd have no regrets. Meeting Tom that fortuitous night in the Diamondback Saloon was a blessing...a seed that continued sprouting and blooming into a garden of blessings.
I'm so grateful for each and every one of these thirty-three years...even the bad ones, because they helped me appreciate the good ones.
photo by bloom photography
(I've also learned that thirty-three years can go by really fast!)
Happy 33rd anniversary to the love of my life!
...But the greatest of these is love.
~1 Corinthians 13:13
(This is a slightly edited re-post from another anniversary a few years ago, if it sounds familiar, but it's all still true!)