Well, another year has passed, and yesterday was our 36th wedding anniversary. Can’t believe it is 36 already! It is amazing how quickly we fly through this life. Yesterday DH and I were discussing that day; he asked me if I had second thoughts before the wedding. I told him absolutely. (He has heard this story many times.) I had a moment of sheer panic as I took my dad’s arm and waited those final seconds before the double doors opened. “What in the world are you doing?” I wondered. I felt like running. Then the doors were opened, and my eyes locked onto DH waiting for me at the end of the aisle. As soon as I saw him, all fears disappeared, and I knew I was ready to start our journey through life together. As I floated down the aisle with my dad, I noticed something very unexpected.
We attended a small church at the time, and the pastor who married us was a friend. The sanctuary was not carpeted, and the pastor was worried about getting the floor done. The night before the wedding, he and his teeny tiny wife stayed up all night, on their hands and knees, scrubbing and waxing that floor. I am not kidding—in my handmade white gown and veil (made by mom), my reflection GLOWED in that floor. What a special thing. I wouldn’t have exchanged that experience for a bridal carpet for any amount of money. What a precious gift that someone cared enough about us to do that for us!
The other day was “one of those days” for me. There was no big problem really, just one small problem after another as I was trying to get ready for work. I don’t remember everything I dropped. The skirt and blouse I had decided to wear just was not working at all, and I had to change clothes at the last minute. I spilled my coffee–something I rarely do–twice while trying to get out the door. DH was driving us to work as I looked warily at the clock.
“We’re going to be late.”
“Well, aren’t we negative this morning. Isn’t it too early to know that for sure?”
“No, no,” I said earnestly. “I’m not being negative; I’m just telling you this is my world today. Nothing is going right for me today.”
DH took his eyes off the road long enough to really look at me.
“You are a passenger in MY world now and everything is going fine.”
What a wonderful thing to say! I was comforted and settled back to enjoy the ride to work. We have been passengers in each others’ worlds for 36 years now. Here’s to 36 more (I think! We’ll be pretty old by then….). By the way, we made it to work in plenty of time. 
