For those of you who remember my columns leading up to my wedding, I would just like to give an update. As of this coming Monday, we will have made it an entire year.
That's right, the first anniversary is already here. I can't believe it. In some ways is seems like only yesterday that we were deep in the midst of planning for the wedding. And I mean buried in an avalanche of planning, even though it was a small wedding.
I remember the almost helpless feeling of not being able to handle everything necessary to pull off the ceremony. That's all behind me now, thanks to the tireless efforts of many friends and family members.
The year has passed quickly, but in some ways, though, the year has seemed like an eternity. I've been told that the first year of marriage is the most difficult. I can't speak for any more than one year, but I hope that's true.
Year one was a roller coaster, but it was manageable. If it gets better from here then great, let's go for it.
I spent the past couple of weeks trying to imagine what my parents have experienced through their years together. Priscilla and I organized a Sunday lunch for their anniversary a couple of weeks ago, and it was the first time I had really done anything for their special day.
Now it means something more than it did when I was growing up. Now I recognize the work and dedication it took to get where they are today. In a world where families are divided and blended on a regular basis, my folks stuck together through it all.
And during the planning of the lunch gathering for my parents, I was informed that my grandparents have been together over 55 years. Now that's something to celebrate.
I may be wrong, but I'm convinced that the trick to making it through that many years is to pray and then take things one minute at a time. If you look too far ahead, all the problems look overwhelming. Tribulations in small doses are overcome more easily.
Also, I think simply imitating those who have made it is not a good way to go either. Something that works for my parents or grandparents may not work for me. We all have to find our own way.
At this point it's still difficult to imagine myself 10 years down the road. Thank goodness nobody is pushing the idea of kids on us yet. We're definitely not near ready for that responsibility.
But it's been a good year, a busy year for me. Two jobs and a wife have kept me busier than I've ever been, and probably busier than I'd rather be. I'll make it though.
Before I bring this to a close, I would like to wish Priscilla a happy first anniversary. And here's to many many more ahead of us.