The first ten years of marriage flashed by as if only two years had passed. The next two years felt ten years long.
After that, life's journey held bends that blocked our view, hard climbs to mountaintops with stunning overlooks, and steep descents we tumbled down getting bruised. We picked ourselves up and went on.
For the moment, we're on a high comfortable plateau, but life isn't over yet. We can't see what's ahead. That's okay. If there's anything I've learned it's that life is a series of choices. Making good choices despite difficult situations.
The greatest choice is making Jesus Christ the central focus. I learned to love my husband better once I made Christ the priority. I learned to demand less once I learned Christ was my sufficiency. I'm still learning, still growing, still becoming a better person and a better wife, still looking forward to what's ahead.
Forty years? It seemed both a terribly long time and only a moment. We've gone some past that milemark. This married life? Well, I'd do it all again, if I could do it with him. Why? Because I'm committed to love the one I committed myself to all those years ago.
Oh, there's one more reason. One of these days I just might understand what really makes him tick. After all, I always loved a good mystery.