Forty Years

Forty years is no small deal. Two score. The time it takes a tree to grow. A house becomes a home. A mortgage can be paid. A daughter grows up, marries, and has a family of her own. Pets live, die and are replaced. Friends are made. Family members pass on. Memories are made. Times are had, both good and bad.

I am proud of my parents. I realize that marriage is not easy, but as the years pass, there is an easiness that exists. It's evident in the quietest of moments. It's such a beautiful thing.