Today’s our 27th wedding anniversary. Yep, we got married on New Year’s Eve, 1973, at a marriage mill in LA, primarily so we could escape from my parents and various relatives who were having a hard time accepting that I was marrying a divorced woman.
I’m grateful for my marriage right now. Our history is rich with joys and problems that we’ve overcome. Our chemistry is still good — we laugh together a lot, we’re more affectionate than ever, we like each other and like being around each other, we’ve learned to fight fair, and the older we get, the more fun in the sack (and other locations) we have.
We’re planning a low key day. Robbie’s folks just left after visiting for a week so we’re ‘decompressing’ a bit. We plan to catch an afternoon movie in the cities with some friends, then head back to Northfield for dinner and finish up with a drink at the Cow. I’d better catch a nap before we go. I want to be fully alert for all the evening’s festivities. 😉