25 years seems like a long time.
A quarter of a century.
More than a generation.
One score and five.
And yet, it has passed by for me in the blink of an eye. And in that blink, I can remember all the happiness, all the trouble, all the joy of living in a life with a never ending, all forgiving love.
A silver anniversary is a major milestone in a marriage…but silver seems so worthless compared to the value of reaching that milestone.
Yes, a marriage, any marriage–my marriage; is never perfect. Nor is the couple involved, but perfection wasn’t what it was–it is; all about. The inconsistencies, the imperfections, the flaws, not only made it unique, but also made it strong. Perfect, no; but everlasting, yes.
25 years is not a long time; because I want, I need another 25 years. It has passed by much to quick. I look forward to the beginning of yet another 25 years.