An Anniversary, Week Twenty-Seven in the No Longer New Abnormal

It’s something of an irony that my and my husband’s 27th wedding anniversary is on the 27th week of this year. I like coincidences like that. When the stars align, I feel good all over. Twenty-Seven years is probably the longest commitment to anything I’ve done in my life. I like variety, so in the past I could do something for a while and then I’d move on. I took a very different tactic for our marriage. While Larry is someone who likes routines and enjoys what he knows, I like to try new things, preferring to being adventurous rather than staying in place. Though we were a bit older than our contemporaries when we got married, I was 38 to Larry’s 45, we had a lot to learn about relationships, particularly long-term relationships.

Since our respective backgrounds varied a bit, we each brought a bit of balance. I learned to enjoy the here and now more, while Larry learned to enjoy exploring. I expanded my love of rock & roll, bluegrass and country music. And Larry learned to enjoy solo performers and some Broadway & off-Broadway musicals. I learned to appreciate food on the road, while Larry eats more salads now. The list goes on, but you get the point. There’s give and…