We fly the flag at our house every December 2nd.
This year, for the first time, I notice its wrinkles, saggy middle, and a lengthening shadow.
I smile. Kind of like (cough, cough)… us!
That ‘80s hair, the pouffy hat, and those puffy sleeves offered omens of flyaway adventure.
Arrive they did.
We’ve traveled by land, water, and sky. In planes, trains, boats, ships, and submarines. Up mountains on Segway and in aerial trams. Over rivers and through woods (yes, sometimes to see Grandma). In three decades, we’ve slept in all 51 states plus 18 foreign countries on two continents.
Some doubted we’d travel so far for so long. A tumultuous five‐year courtship preceded our noon‐time wedding ceremony.
Pre‐marriage counseling smoothed our ride. We predicted our issues and developed a response plan. How’s that for two crisis communicators?
We committed to travel together. Through Everything. Our platinum bands meant more than simple finger metal.
Shout‐out to Dr. Tim Van Duivendyk for his wedding “charge:” you’ve got to meet in the middle with each other — and the middle that’s in the middle of those two middles is very difficult to find.
Whatever road we’re on, DH and I aim for the middle lane. Sometimes, we don’t arrive at the same time. Sometimes, somebody must wait waaay longer than they’d like for the other. But, always, we meet in our middle. Eventually.
In writing this, I realize this strategy applies to many life situations.
Yes, December 2, 1989 was our Big Day. Big, too, for others in other years for other reasons:
On This Date BY THE ASSOCIATED PRESS
|1823||President James Monroe outlines his Manifest Destiny doctrine.|
|1969||The Boeing 747 jumbo jet debuts.|
Whether it’s across a century or only half as long, the years, the middle, and the adventure roll on.
For each of us in our own ways.
For DH and me, we’re making more than a life together.
We’re creating a Story.