Yesterday, March 19th, Jon and I celebrated our 28th anniversary. We had a pretty low-key day (thanks in part to a migraine for me and septic problems for our house), went to dinner in the evening, and sat around listening to music and chatting with youngest son last night. Nothing dramatic, but we enjoyed it.
Of course part of any anniversary is reminiscing, right? And we did - talked about things we've done in the past, stuff that happened when our kids were little, and so on. One thing that we agree is kind of strange is our perception of time, specifically the length of our marriage. On one hand, it feels like we've been together forever. Not in a bad way, just - we've been together a lot longer than we were single, you know? When we look back, it's mostly "us" instead of "me" and "you". So how is it that it simultaneously feels like no time at all? There are days when I find myself still a little surprised at the number of years we've shared.
I will grant that those 28 years have been pretty full. Lots of moves, three kids born and raised, all sorts of experiences (good and bad) have combined to make time fly. My theory is a bit more complicated, though. I think time bends.
When you buy a new tv, or lamp, or whatever, you know how the electrical cord comes neatly folded accordion-style? And then you stretch it out and whoa, it's 8 ft. long! How did they fit all that cord in that tiny cardboard sleeve? I think time is like that cord. No matter what configuration you see, the cord is always the same...just sometimes it looks like there's more of it, and sometimes less. Some days I look back and see the long stretch of life spread out, and some days I just see the bends and curves, but really it's all the same.
I suppose it doesn't really matter, how long it seems to have been. What matters is that it's been a good - really good - 28 years. We've had a blast, and we're looking forward to as many more years as God will give us. Hopefully we'll still be horrifying the kids with our antics in another 20-plus years, chasing each other around with our walkers and having a grand old time. However time bends, we're going through it together. I love you, Jon!