#MicroblogMondays: 34

Saturday was our 34th (!) wedding anniversary. We didn't have anything special planned for this year -- no weekends away (although I suppose we could have organized something -- and probably will for next year). A lot going on right now, and I just didn't have the energy.

I wound up making reservations at a nearby Italian restaurant we've been wanting to try for a while now. (If it wasn't for all the construction and traffic hereabouts right now -- plus it was a really hot, humid day -- we could have walked there.)  We live in one of the most Italian areas of Toronto (just outside the city proper, actually), if not all of Canada;  we've been here three years now & -- apart from one fabulous pizzeria we've discovered -- have not yet dined at a proper Italian restaurant (!).  We invited SIL & BIL (who was our best man) to come with us, and we had a really nice time. Dh, SIL & I all had the spaghetti aglia e olio (garlic & olive oil) with rapini, which was wonderful (BIL had risotto). We went to another place afterward for gelato for dessert.

I didn't do a lot of reflection or reminiscing on this anniversary, because we've been so busy -- but I found myself looking at dh & thinking about how very lucky we are to have found each other at a relatively young age (I was 20 & he was 23 when we met, 24 & 27 when we married) & to still be together after 34 years of ups & downs, including stillbirth and infertility.

I know that not all marriages survive these tragedies. I know that not all women who want a partner find one, let alone have the children they hoped for. And even when you do find someone to share your life with, the years pass far too quickly. One of my high school friends lost her husband (about the same age) to cancer last year. Enough said.

I am profoundly grateful.

You can find more of this week's #MicroblogMondays posts here.