Today I attended an anniversary celebration for Alan and Linda Fricker. They renewed the vows they took 25 years ago. I am such a fan of that kind of love and commitment. I know some folks find that to be quite a shock coming from me – the serial monogamist. But I believe in the potential of happily ever after – clearly, I keep pursing it…again and again and again.
I like seeing the realization of the promise in the passage of decades. 25 years is a very long time and having not reached that achievement (even collectively over all my marriages) I am in absolute awe of folks who accomplish it. It is interesting because I understand intellectually what it takes, but cannot really comprehend the true grit involved in remaining with the same person for all those years. I want to though…I want to be like Alan and Linda and be married to the same person for 25 years so I can renew my vows 25 years later and be ready for 25 more years.
You may recall that the life span calculator I did awhile back said I was going to live until I am 90. That means I still have 39 years left on the planet – and as such, I could – theoretically – still have a 25 year wedding anniversary. So pish posh past failures – I still have time to make this a reality. Today, I officially put a 25 year anniversary on my bucket list. Before I leave this earth I am going to marry a man who I can love and cherish (and who can likewise love and cherish me) for 25 years.
I am a goal-oriented person. I accomplish what I set out to accomplish. I am going to have that 25 year wedding anniversary darn it! I can do this!
Now, all I need is the man who I will be loving and cherishing for 25 years – damn, that is going to have to be some man. Thank goodness I have a few years of padding in my 39 years left on the planet – as long as I find this charming, debonair, funny and incredibly patient man within the next ten years I should be good.
Of course, if you do all that math it is a possibility that by the time I am married 25 years I may not even be able to remember my husband’s name any longer – heck I may not remember my own name by then. But one thing I know for sure is that I will be able to look at my husband on the 25th anniversary of our wedding and know with every fiber of my being that I love whats-his-name and I’d do it all again.
Day six hundred and eighty-five of the new forty – obla di obla da