at the beginning of the month i celebrated my 32nd anniversary with my husband. i’ve often been asked, since my husband and i might be a dying breed (32 years is somewhat remarkable in this day and age to be married) if i’d ever thought about divorce. the answer is unequivocally no. murder, yes. divorce, no. for those of you married for any length of time understand that sometimes you can be that mad at someone you love so deeply. but for this anniversary (actually all of them) it was with cheerful hearts that my husband and i set off for a lovely evening out and about town. i couldn’t help but think of an anniversary celebrated years ago, i think it was our 12th, when our three boys ages 11, 7, and 4 pooled their allowances together, made a dinner reservation, and wrote a beautiful handwritten note that i’ve saved all these years. i still remember the name of the restaurant – First Class – because that’s what they thought would be the best restaurant in town. oh how i loved raising those rascals! and how i’ve loved being married all these years. for certain, marriage isn’t for the faint of heart. you absolutely have to put someone else’s needs before your own, but still carve out who you are in the mix. it’s a comforting thought, knowing that on the flip side my husband has been doing the exact same thing for 32 years. i guess that might be one reason why we’re still holding hands through this journey we call life.