We were both "children of the 60s," having graduated high school and attended college in the soaring 60s. I spent the 60s attending hootenannies, learning to play the guitar, marching in protest rallies and listening to the music. My husband spent the 60s studying and planning his future. How many other physicians do you know who have an AB undergrad degree with Honors in English? Wisely taking sufficient science for his pre-med, he felt this might be his last chance to read and enjoy English. He thinks things through like that.
He was always (and still is) a planner. Not just a planner, he follows through on the plans. I'm more of a dreamer, since you don't really have to follow through on them.
He was a Roman Catholic and deeply religious. I was raised Southern Baptist, but at the time was more agnostic than anything else. Our marriage began as a compromise which pleased the two of us but didn't go over so well with the families. My family was not terribly happy that we were married in the Catholic Cathedral with a priest officiating. His family was not terribly happy that I was Protestant and that we were not having a mass with the ceremony.
The day was beautiful with bright sunshine and fall color. Here father and daughter prepare to enter the cathedral. No one would suspect that a rare illness would take his life less than 6 years after our wedding.
The happy couple immediately after the ceremony.
For so many years of our marriage, we managed to buy each other the identical anniversary card. This year I was determined not to repeat that, so I purchased a "dear husband" card. But this particular card caught my eye and I almost changed my mind and bought it instead. Not surprisingly, it was the same card my husband gave me. Perhaps it explains why we are still together after all these years.
She says: I think we're lost.
He says: We're not lost.
She says: We should stop and ask for directions.
He says: I'm NOT stopping to ask for directions.
She says: Dear God, Give me strength.
He says: Lord, Give me patience.
Inside the card: IT'S TRUE---THE COUPLE WHO PRAYS TOGETHER STAYS TOGETHER.
I must confess that after looking at the wedding photographs, I said to myself, "Look at that young and slim bride! It can't possibly have been 38 years ago!!!"
Then I looked in the mirror and the reflection said to me, "Oh, yes Carolyn. It definitely has been that long."