Our 27th Wedding Anniversary!

I awoke beside the guy who I have been married to for 27 years, and had been going out with for 5 years before that. Yikes! I've been with him over half my life! At first, I couldn't think of where our old wedding photo album was so I looked in a place that hosts just about everything, my attic. I didn't find it there but I did come across two other neat things.

In an old box were the first and only two letters my husband has ever written me. They were sent to me while I was at summer camp after we'd been going out a year and were a hoot! He's talking about how boring life was in the city and how much the "bush babies" missed me. These were nocturnal monkey-like creatures he had in a cage in his apartment because his room mate was studying them ...well, how they used their thigh muscles to jump so far, for his doctorate in Anthropology. Yes, they could jump far and they freaked me out regularly!

Opening a special old wooden box, I found the three love candles we had used in the wedding ceremony. I remember I thought it was a bad omen because they had broken during one of our moves. But now, because it has been so hot in our attic, they seemed to have softened and somehow melded together once again, shaping themselves together into simply a nice comfortable fit.

Hmmm.....maybe that's a neat metaphor for what happens in a marriage after such a long time together.

In fact, I'm sure that it is.