For the next few days I'll be featuring some of my favorite bloggers. I asked them one simple question, "Where do you see you and your husband in fifty years?" Feel free to leave your answer in the comments...I'd love to feature your comments in a post later!
My bestie Katie, from Like Sunshine After Rain, is our amazing guest blogger. After reading her guest post, make sure you show her some love over at her blog. Thank you Katie!
I was incredibly humbled when Nicole asked me to guest blog.
Even more so when I found out the topic!
Where I see myself on my 50th wedding anniversary.
If you read my blog, you know I'm not married yet, hence being humbled!
I'm not going to lie, when I sat down to write this, I had to do some math.
I'm getting married on January 8, 2011.
2011 + 50 = 2061
2061 - 1986 = 75
My 50th wedding anniversary will be on January 8, twenty sixty-one.
I will be seventy-five years old.
No joke, I can't even fathom it.
I've been sitting here thinking about if for a couple minutes.
I can't get past wondering if there will be flying cars.
Will my grandchildren drive [or would it be more PC to say fly?] a flying car?
I can't tell you where I see myself in twenty sixty-one.
And you have no idea how much that bugs me.
I am a planner.
I had my entire life planned out.
Life can be funny about throwing your plans out the window.
Planning this wedding has literally made me sick.
I haven't told many people, but it hasn't been an extremely pleasant experience.
I'm over it, though.
It hit me the other day.
My wedding isn't about making other people happy.
My wedding isn't about other people's expectations.
It's about Frank and me.
The only thing that matters on January 8 is that Frank and I become husband and wife.
I find myself praying for patience a lot, as of late.
I pray I'll be patient and trusting enough to see what life has in store for Frank and I and to make the best out of whatever it may be.
But, that's what it's all about, right?
In twenty sixty-one, when we look back on the last 50 years together, it isn't about the number of kids we had, the average balance in our bank account, the cars we've driven or any of that stuff.
It's about whether or not we made the best out of the hand we were dealt.
It's about whether or not we lived for us, not other's expectations of us.
It's about whether or not we weathered the storm, side-by-side.
Twenty sixty-one
Seventy-five years old.
Fifty years of marriage.
I may not be able to fathom it, but I can't wait to get started on it.
