Murray and I celebrated our 36th anniversary on August 27. Without thinking about it, I caught myself that day singing “Just another woman in love” by Anne Murray. I sang that to Murray when we were dating.
That seems like a long time ago. I told our daughter Sarah, “Thirty-six years is ten years longer than I lived before I got married.”
It is a long time. We’ve gone through so many things together, good and bad. We have five kids who—the youngest is 26—still make my heart feel like it’s going to burst with joy. We’ve lost family members together. We’ve shared health issues, job issues—we’ve lived in six states.
We’ve discussed that we don’t fight nearly as much as we used to. I told Murray, “We’ve mellowed some with age.”
Recently, I’ve been thinking again how much I enjoy spending my life with Murray. It’s so good to share every day with someone I’m comfortable with, who I have fun with. So good to share time with someone who makes me laugh. To have someone I can talk to about my biggest fears.
And, we’re only in our lower 60s. We could have a lot of years, a lot of anniversaries, yet. However long God gives us together, I know that it will keep getting better. That there will always be support. Encouragement. Surprises.
We shared this verse from James when we announced children joining our family. Why wouldn’t I share it for our marriage?
James 1:17: Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows.