Forty-four years ago Gary and I decided that if we were going to spend every possible moment together, we might as well get married. We got engaged during a business transaction involving a boat. We were married by a recent seminary graduate I knew because I worked with his wife. We married at my aunt’s apartment because my grandmother had a fit when she found out we planned to elope to Vegas. We got married on Good Friday because it was a long weekend. We honeymooned along the coast because it wasn’t too far to drive and return to work on Monday. Yes, we were the epitome of romance. But what we lacked in “hearts and flowers” we made up for in unconditional love and commitment.
Many people thought we wouldn’t last. Some were even vocal in their opinions. Gary’s dad wasn’t pleased that he had chosen a divorced woman with two children. He didn’t think Gary was ready for the responsibility of a ready-made family. My father was reluctant to accept a "college boy with money" into the family. He was afraid that because he had a fancy car, boat, and white-collar job that he wouldn’t be the hard-working family man that I needed. And of course we each had friends and family members who were divorced or involved in their third or fourth relationship. They weren’t sure any marriage would last.
But here we are forty-four years later, still together, still best friends, and still not the most romantic couple you know. We’ll go to dinner tonight. We’ll go flower shopping tomorrow. We’ll go to the Ft. Washita rendezvous on Saturday. And through it all we we’ll talk and laugh and enjoy each other’s company. We’ve gone through some good times and bad times, even a couple of ugly times. But we’re still happiest with each other and still spend every possible moment together.