All the luck that was due to me in life was used on March 30th, 1976. It was on that day, my birthday, that I met my wife, Lynn. It was in a roller skating rink where we were introduced by a mutual friend. In a world of online dating and cell phone apps, it seems quaint to think we met that way.
This coming Wednesday will be our 38th wedding anniversary. While 38 anniversaries seems like a lot, I would like to think it is just the beginning. We’ve spent our anniversary in so many different ways. Some have been quiet dinners and others have been more complex but in the end they were all special.
Our washer is broken and the other day, I remarked that I was out of clean pajamas during my break from work. After work there was Lynn carrying in some bags – “I bought you some pajamas for our anniversary!!” she said. “And I bought some for me as a present from you!!” I almost cried.
I almost cried because what do you give someone you love so much. Someone who has been with you through thick and thin and then thick and thin and….well you get the point.
If I had gone to every skating rink in existence for a thousand years, I would have never met someone like Lynn. She is beautiful, smart and pure of heart. All my luck was used on that 18th birthday in 1976. I am due not one more ounce of luck. However if God could be so kind, I would love to have a few more years of marriage.
Last night my brother brought us a load of firewood for Christmas. It’s a tradition and Lynn’s favorite gift. Within an hour of unloading and stacking the wood, Lynn had a warm, cozy fire going and was fast asleep in her recliner in front of it. Her trusty dog, Lenny, was stuffed into the chair next her – lightly snoring (Lenny that is). It was perfect. She is perfect. Life is perfect.