As of this week, I’ve been married forty years to the same person. Okay. Not the same person. He’s changed. I’ve changed. And it’s not the same marriage. It’s changed and we’ve changed. In many ways, it’s been more like a series of two or three marriages,.
When new friends ask what wisdom we have to share. I ‘m struck dumb. Those of you who know me understand what an unusual occurrence this is. Looking back there’s the same feeling I had when I first set my eyes on the Grand Canyon. It’s just too big to grasp.
Generalities fly through the air. Kindness, rooted commitment. Then specific words come to mind: communication (learning what that means and how to do it better), acceptance, tolerance. But mostly there’s a parade of images, single frames that become a whole, like flipping a book of line drawings that create animation. Viewing my own mental snapshots of these two young strangers and watching how shared joy and grief and pain has changed them together and separately simply boggles my mind. Read More>>
