I was 37 when I got married for the first time. The only time. The last time. I had been waiting. Waiting for the perfect guy. Waiting for the perfect time. That I didn’t find him until I was 35 is just the way fate works. It may have taken a long time, but the…
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It takes two to tango: the wisdom of 21 years together
When the magic fades and the gray hair grows in When the lines at the corners of My smiling eyes Set in . . . When the shadows fall with a setting sun And specks of light and joy peek through, I will forever be grateful For the day I married you. It’s my…
Riding on the back of a motorcycle (Write Every Day, 22)
When my husband and I first met at Starbucks over 20 years ago, he was wearing his motorcycle jacket. Heavy leather, in red and black with thick zipper-treads up the center and at the pockets, it fit him snugly. I remember thinking how cute he looked and how his blue eyes were like crystal reflections…
Do you stir or do you shake the paint can? Lessons in a Marriage (Write Every Day 17)
Our 21st wedding anniversary is just around the corner. Last year, when we hit the 20 year mark, I was all about the celebration. This year, I’m all about the reflection. How did we make it this far? Was it anything we did or is just because of sheer, dumb luck? Truth is, because we…
One Way to Start a Marriage: Battle Mountain Honeymoon
The negotiations went pretty quickly. I’d had total control of the wedding plans – girls in peach lace, cheesecake dessert, gerbera daisies for the tables – so it seemed fair that my dream of an exotic, tropical honeymoon should perhaps take a back seat to his dream of flying his 1974 single-engine Citabria…
Barbara Ganias Comstock 