Thirty-four years ago today, I walked down the aisle holding on to the strong arm of my father. Waiting at the other end was the man I would spend the majority of my life with. Reflecting on that day, I returned to the hopes and dreams I placed on our marriage. Most were unrealistic; some were beyond expectation. There are things I would say to that woman if I had the advantage of years. I do; and, I will.
The worst of times are often the best of times.
Don’t give up on your dreams. Don’t morph. Remain independent. Don’t expect someone else to make everything right. You are capable.
Be supportive. Laugh. Dream. Stay in the moment a bit longer. Stop planning. Leave the dishes in the sink. Have a little wine.
Play. Stay up late. Go to bed early. Don’t compare.
Reflect; don’t dwell. Be alone. Make plans with friends. Money isn’t everything. Your grass is just as green.
Appreciate all of it. Trust yourself. Continue to walk side-by-side. Look for the good. Plant flowers.
Get a dog. Bake a cake. Watch a bad movie. Go to a ball game.
Laugh at the same jokes. Appreciate. Hope. Wonder.
These are the good old days.