Forty-one years…
6th October 1973 and an appointment with the Magistrate saw me married to Linda… I’d only known her for a few months and there were those that said it wouldn’t last….
To those I have only one thing to say….”thbpbpthpt pfftthpth” (That’s a raspberry sound for those that are not sure.)
41 years, Linda needs all the medals that are available for marriage. Living with me has not been for her that easy…. alcoholism, pig headedness, and even I suppose a certain strain of stubbornness…
The words of… for richer or poorer.. well we covered all those bases… In sickness and in health…yep pretty much covered all those as well…. for better or worse… well I think it has all got better… She might not agree…. and then of course the all important …to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do us part….
How can I do anything other than Love and cherish this woman, till death comes calling at my door.?? She is my friend, my companion, my sounding board. She encourages me to do my best, she pushes and pushes without a thought of how it will affect her… The moves we’ve made, the career changes, have always been supported completely by her, irrespective of how it would affect her life….
Linda… Love.. to you I say thank you for the last 41 years and may we have just so many more together ‘till the day arrives for us to part, to meet later in Heaven…
Romantic love is a lightning bolt. Married love is an electric current.
Marriage is like the army–many complain, but you’d be surprised how many reenlist.
Marriages are always moving from one season to another. Sometimes we find ourselves in winter–discouraged, detached, and dissatisfied; other times we experience springtime, with its openness, hope, and anticipation. On still other occasions we bask in the warmth of summer–comfortable, relaxed, enjoying life. And then comes fall with its uncertainty, negligence, and apprehension. The cycle repeats itself many times throughout the life of a marriage, just as the seasons repeat themselves in nature. ———— Our marriage is in a continual summer, although in the past we have done them all… Thank you Linda… the woman I call Love…
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