Fifty years, that’s a good stretch of time– half a century!
That is how long I’ve been with this one man, my husband.
It all started on a warm, sultry August afternoon in 1966. We said our, “I do’s” at the First Baptist Church in my home town of Mt. Pleasant, Iowa.
As young lovers, who had a whirl-wind romance, we were shocked at the similarities in our backgrounds, and oblivious to the differences that would rock our world as time passed.
We were both farm kids. He grew up near Highway 34 in the heartland of Nebraska, and I only a few miles off the same Highway 34 in southeast Iowa.
Our Mother’s first names were the same… Rose Epp and Rose Ross!
It was the “Sixties!” A troubled time for our country, but we didn’t care. All we knew was, we were headed for the adventure of our lives— together. Away from the doldrums of farm life, we were headed to sunny California to fulfill my husband’s service requirement.
We thought we were smarter, hipper, and more socially savvy than our parents!
We couldn’t predict what lie ahead from those perfect, dreamy days of, “We’re so in love! There is absolutely nothing we can’t accomplish!”
Well, as those who also took the fifty year challenge you know, our world was rocked…many times!
We had careers, children, experienced losses, and disappointments in ourselves and each other.
The rose-colored glasses came off.
As Dr. Phil McGraw has often stated, “You get the package home, unwrap it and find, “”This isn’t what I ordered!””
Life with one person is not natural for most species. And Lord knows it’s not an easy road for most. But, you always have this feeling, it will get better. And it usually does.
So, my man and I celebrated this past weekend with friends and family at a beautiful spot in the Flint Hills, the Cottage House B&B in Council Grove, Kansas.
It was a destination getaway that was doable for our family and guests. We enjoyed front porch sittin’ with good food and spirited conversation.
Does this mean we’re in our golden years?
I’m not sure what that really means, but I feel blessed to have reached this stage in my life and value all our experiences.
We are not the same couple who took those vows fifty years ago, and I’m glad.
We don’t always make each other happy or finish each other’s sentences, but we know who we are and how we got here.
We still parent, or I guess its grand parenting now.
We argue over silly things, and get excited about the mundane.
The house seems a little too quiet at times, but the solitude is something to be enjoyed, now. We’re not escaping it.
It’s what we’ve accomplished, thus far, that counts.
And, the blessing to come that excite us.