Happy Anniversary

Last weekend it was the 45th anniversary of our best friends. We have known each other for almost 40 years. This weekend (on Labor Day) it is my anniversary, or I should say, our anniversary. My hubby and I will be married 47 years. The 4 of us will celebrate by seeing one of the overpriced shows here on the Las Vegas strip. I hope it's good. More on that in another post.

I find it hard to believe that we have been married that long. When we first got married, I would warn hubby threateningly (when he displeased me), that he only had 49 years left on his contract. Then it became 45 years, 40 years, always a long time off in the future. Now he only has 3 years left, it isn't so funny anymore. I wonder how the years have gone by so quickly.

I was only 18 when I met my future husband, he was 26 and we were in college. He was going to school on the GI bill after serving 4 years in the Navy. We didn't start dating until the end of the school year, around the end of May. We married 3 months later. Most people didn't give us half a chance. They didn't think our marriage would survive. We were from different ethnic backgrounds and different religions. We barely knew each but I knew he was a decent guy and he impressed me with his worldly experience. Hubby had been all over the world, I had lived in the same place all my life. It was flattering that he loved me.

We planned a secret wedding, we were going to run off to the Justice of the Peace. One of my friends blew it, they said something to my sister, known to you as motherkitty. She spilled the beans to our mother. Oh, there was hell to pay, but we were adamant, we got married at the JP's with both our mothers in attendance. 10 days later we got married in the rabbi's study with all parents attending. None were really happy about the way we went about this. My new husband was a divorced Catholic. Against all odds, we have survived and endured.

We've shared our joys and hardships, we had 3 sons who have grown into decent adults. We had financial problems and worked together to build a business. We supported each other through health problems. Since we're both the oldest child in our respective families, we butted heads a lot...almost daily. It has to be a personality thing. Some of our friends call us the Bickersons. It's easy to let the rough spots overshadow the good parts of a life together. I feel blessed that my husband supported me in all my endeavors. We have a shared history, we still love each other and that's our life story. Happy Anniversary, Honey.