This is an image of the moon rising on August 21, 2021. Every time there has been a major astronomical event this year, we’ve had cloudy skies. But Saturday night, the sky was perfect. The second picture is what the moon looked like on the night of September 3, 1971.
On September 3, my husband and I will be celebrating our fiftieth wedding anniversary. Fifty years, five decades, half a century, one twentieth of a millennium. So much time, and yet it doesn’t seem possible for it to have slipped by.
My husband and I met in university in 1969. After our first date, I told my roommate, “I’m going to marry him.” Two years later, I did. The heart wants what the heart wants. There’s no rhyme or reason to it; it just is.
Love at First Sight
In all the books I write, I’ve always struggled with the cute first meet. I’m not sure why because I had a cute first meet when I met John. Living in residence, my roommate and I shared a washroom with another room, hence the term can mates. Each of us had responsibilities for keeping the can clean. That particular day, I was on garbage duty. I’d just taken my shower and had washed my hair–a bigger production in 1969 than today with our handheld dryers, curling irons, and straighteners. Dressed in an old calico granny-style, quilted housecoat, my hair turbaned in a towel, I knocked on my can mate’s door. She said come in and I did … not realizing she had company. While I couldn’t possibly have made a good impression, it was a memorable one. One month later, he and I started dating, and the rest is history.
And Baby Makes Three, Four, Five!
We married while I was still in school. He’d graduated the previous spring and had started working toward his professional degree. I was finishing my Bachelor’s Degree in English and History, but it would take me another ten years to get my Bachelor of Education. Fifteen months after the wedding, our son was born. Then, sixteen months later, our second son, and eighteen months after that, our daughter. Were things easy with three young kids and only one income? No, but times were simpler and everything was less expensive than it is today. I was a stay-at-home, breadmaking, cookie baking mom. No daycare costs, no work wardrobe. Of course, I wasn’t the only one. Most of the women in our neighborhood were also stay at home moms.
Technology Moves on, Too
The kids were just babies when technology began to make my life easier. In 1973, I got my own washer and dryer. In 1975, we added a dishwasher to our list of appliances. The color television set showed up in 1978. In 1982, things really improved with our first microwave oven. To this day, I don’t know how I ever managed without it, because that was also the year I went away to university and got my teaching degree. School was two hours away by train, and John stepped up to the plate as chief cook and bottle washer. It was a difficult year, but one that paid off in dividends later.
Time Marches On!
I wish I could say every day was a bed of roses, but it wasn’t. Life happens. Having your kids close together is great–until they all leave home. Just like that, we were empty nesters with grown children. That’s when the fact that we were friends as well as lovers and spouses really made a difference. We had lots in common, enjoyed doing things together, visiting this country, being a couple not just parents again. So twenty-five years of marriage happened, just like that. The best part? We were working, healthy, and able to enjoy life.
The Last Twenty-Five
So many things have happened since then. Personal computers, tablets, cellphone, Bluetooth … where to stop? Who can forget all the kerfuffle about Y2K? Banks were going to crash, computers would fail, the electric grid would go down … and what happened? Nothing. We celebrated the coming of the new millennium and life moved on.
Middle son graduated with a PH D and got married. Daughter graduated and got married. Eldest son overcame serious mental illness and got on with his life. And we soldiered on.
Today, we have five wonderful grandchildren, although thanks to COVID, I haven’t see the eldest since 2018.
I retired from teaching in 2010, and with my husband’s support, the Internet and a PC of my own, I embarked on my lifelong dream of becoming an author. I published my first book in 2013, and I haven’t looked back. I’ve used my experiences and the places I’ve been, always with him by my side to craft my books. Do I believe in soulmates? Yes. I was lucky enough to find mine fifty-two years, and I don’t plan to ever let go. Today, we’re slower than we were, but we still enjoy one another’s company. He is my life and my love. Here’s hoping we can have many more years together.
We leave on a second honeymoon shortly and a friend asked my husband who he was going with. He said “with my wife.”
Hey, we didn’t take anyone else on our first honeymoon, why would we do that now?
If you’re looking for a few cute meets, let me suggest The Tipsy Pig, found in the Cute But Crazy 3 set. https://www.amazon.com/Cute-But-Crazy-Unique-Unpredictable-ebook/dp/B08PC9MLVV
Looking for more of my books, check out my Amazon author page! https://www.amazon.com/Susanne-Matthews/e/B00DJCKRP4
I’ll tell you all about my second honeymoon next month. There will definitely be a book there!
I’m a retired high school English teacher turned author. I’m Canadian. My husband and I have been married 48 years and have 3 children and 5 grandchildren, as well as 2 step-grandchildren. I enjoy traveling, especially somewhere warm in winter.