Is it just me or did 2010 just sorta whiz on by?
And have you ever noticed that the older you get, the more whizzing that goes on? And the faster the whizzing gets?
What’s that all about? It seems to me that the way it should go is that the older you get, the slower time should pass--since there is so much less of it left than there was before.
But no. Once we leave the slow-paced charms of childhood, time puts on tennis shoes and starts its inexorable sprint to the finish line.
And speaking of time passing, I still can’t believe Steve and I celebrated twenty-nine years of marriage yesterday. Twenty-nine!
It used to be (back when I was a much younger me) that I considered anyone who had been been married for 29 years to be, well, old! I would look at those couples with something akin to awe and think, “Twenty-nine years? Really? That is such a very long, long time!”
Ha. It’s not long at all. You get married, you have a kid or two, you have a fight or two (or three) you make up with each other a time or two (or four), you laugh a lot and cry a little and then, BAM! Twenty-nine years is staring you right in the face.
I have no doubt that our 50th wedding anniversary will only take about ten minutes to get here. (Or least that’s what it will feel like when it arrives.)
In the meantime, we had a great time celebrating these first twenty-nine (speedy) years. As I mentioned in an earlier post, we went to a lovely hotel on Saturday night and spent time snoozing, reading, eating (yes, copious quantities of chocolate were involved), talking, watching DVD’s and staring in delight at the scenery beyond the deck of our lovely room.
For those of you who haven’t yet heard the story of our romance, here’s the Reader’s Digest condensed version.
When I was 17 and Steve was 22, we met on a church bus going to a Christian rally in Washington, D.C. We got to know each other a little bit during that brief time spent in Washington, then had just six dates over the next two years. (My family traveled a lot so Steve and I weren’t often in the same zip code). After those six dates, we got engaged and were married two months later.
Would I recommend that sort of dating and courtship routine to either of my children? Nope. Did it work for us? Yep!
Before I close, let me bring you up to date on how Snowy is doing which is, in a word, terrific! In fact, we can’t quite get over how well he’s been getting along, at least judging by the way he seems to feel.
No matter how well he feels though, he’s always ready to take one of his many daily snoozes. Here he is on the way home from Charlotte last week.
The only thing that might concern me is the fact that he’s drinking a whole lot of water which on one hand is a good thing because water is a good thing! But on the other hand, one of the signs of end stage liver disease is unusual water consumption.
All in all though, we are amazed at the comeback he seems to have made. We won’t know the whole picture until we take him back to the vet but for now we’re thrilled and thankful that he seems to feeling so well.