11 years...
Jim and I went out for dinner last night to celebrate our 11th anniversary, nearly a month late due to a lack of cash and time. We went to the same restaurant as last year, the “Treaty of Paris,” in Annapolis, and, as fate would have it, had the very same waitress. She herself has been married for 18 years, which she said, “is an accomplishment these days.”
I guess maybe it is. But why? Have we been conditioned by the final kiss in the movies? You know what I’m talking about. The girl finally gets the guy, or vice versa, we see them kiss and then the credits roll. What we rarely get to see is the dirty laundry, mortgage payments and day to day drudgery of marriage. Have we come to expect that marriage is a continual flight of fancy and when we don’t get our misty eyed “fix”on a daily basis, we should move on to the next adventure?
Marriage, Reflection