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Happy Anniversary
Twenty-five years together.
There have been times, more than I deserve when success felt like I had my fist inside the world's axis. However shoddily built, it felt like a solid frame. I can assure you there is no blueprint; I built what I thought needed to be built.
To this point, what I built has remained solid storm after storm, and what was damaged has been rebuilt stronger. What was bent has been straightened, fear was overcome, and hills climbed, even if I had to roll down the other side on my butt. Bridges were crossed, and oceans and ponds sailed. Skies conquered, and the Ferris wheel ridden out of sight.
Today, inside this rambling, unsteady shack, the bones remain strong, and the mind is cluttered with things learned. Loving will always find a way to give me a nosebleed.
Sundays are rest days; anniversaries seldom come weekly; when they do, they come in September.
So much is saved, held in escrow, kept as security for times to come or to remind us of the times we will never know again. I worry for the young, who always have a game plan and a need to know where they are going, why, and when.
Life has no game plan.
So, learn to walk through life with arms outstretched. Even going room to room.
