Twenty years ago today, Lintilla and I wed at Blakemore United Methodist Church, in a small ceremony with friends and family. This whole week, we are celebrating the anniversary of this event.
God has blessed me in so many ways, most of them are related, in some way, to the fact that Lintilla chose to say “yes” when I asked her to marry me.
As you know, normally I am loathe to dwell on the passing of the years; the last thing I want is to be reminded of my age. But this is different. Unlike a birthday, in which you celebrate the passive event of your birth (and fortune-related fact that you are still alive), marriage is an act of sheer will; it’s something you “do”. Wedding anniversaries are celebrations not only of enduring love, but of accomplishment. As I have said before, we like to personify our marriage. We have nutured and raised it from infancy to young adulthood. Next year, it’ll be old enough to drink. In two years, I will have spent more time married in my life than not married. Wow.
In this day and time, that is no small feat. That’s why I don’t mind being reminded of how long it’s been. So, y’all play along. Think back to the time around July 10th, 1987. What were you doing? How old were you?
As for me, I was a 22 year old (almost 23), following his heart, ignoring warnings, and trying to figure out how to put on a tux. I worked for Pizza Inn, and had saved enough to buy one of those cheap 80’s waterbeds for our first apartment in Murfreesboro. I look around at my life now in amazement at how much has changed, yet remained the same.
Somehting tells me the next 20 years will be the same way.