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It is also Memorial Day weekend…

For those who served and gave their lives for us…
THANK YOU!
May their memories be a blessing.

Next week I will have been married 40 years to the same man.

(You can read some fun facts about 40 here.
My favorite is the biblical significance; the number 40 represents a really long time.)

Then and now…

Wedding anniversaries are important to me. They say something about what is sacred; about what it means to make a commitment; what it means to show up everyday.

In 1984, married less than 2 years, we moved to a new town and joined a Catholic parish. We didn’t know anyone. There was an announcement made before the end of mass. The parish was planning a surprise party for a beloved couple celebrating 50 years of marriage. Everyone was invited.

40 years

=

14,600 days

Again, we didn’t know anyone. But darned if I wasn’t going to go and congratulate that couple. I had never met anyone who had been married that long. I couldn’t imagine then, all that 40 years, let alone 50, could contain. Careers. Travel. Children. Illnesses. Deaths. Retirement. Weddings. Grandparenting.

 

Now I know. 40 years is made up of days – 14,600 of them. Those days are made up of workdays and weekends. Meetings and tball games. Travel and teacher conferences. Dinners and birthday parties. Plumbers and urgent care visits. It’s making beds and grocery shopping. It’s making love and arguing. It’s crate training puppies. It’s moving states. Holiday traditions. Holding hands. Watching movies. Sharing jokes. Back massages. It’s bike rides and hiking and wishing for better news. It’s gardens and music and forgiveness.

Most days are easy.
Many days it’s minutia.
Some days break your heart.
Ours have been blessed.

Last year, we had four days to kill between a visit to Chicago and a weeklong bike tour in Michigan. I decided we should see the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, Cuyahoga National Park, then blast to Cincinnati to catch The Doobie Brothers in concert before making our way to the Upper Peninsula.

True love is crisscrossing Ohio because I happen to be geographically impaired.

That concert? It was magic. And I crafted a musical cento from the set list that night.

A Marriage

(by way of The Doobie Brothers set list
July 7, 2022, Riverbend Arena, Cincinnati, OH)

nobody in the place younger than 60
you take me in your arms, sway
memories then, but now here to love you
dependin’ on you
– to remember those days

rockin’ down the highway – a smokin’ red Maverick
when you told me: you belong to me
that beat, so easy
and me, a south city midnight lady
I knew, clear as the driven snow, you needed this
it keeps you runnin’

hair and eyes of silver now
our better days are still ahead of us
don’t ya mess with me cuz I know
this is real love

in a world gone crazy
when minute by minute life fractures
you are my constant; without you
maybe jesus is just alright
but I’ve learned what a fool believes
can keep a long train runnin’

whether in china grove
or the black water riverways
you and I takin’ it to the streets
taking a moment to listen to the music

July 18, 2022
©draft, Patricia J. Franz

I’m looking forward

to the next 3, 650 days

with this guy.

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