It’s somewhat of an anticlimactic number. 55 years. Well, it is divisible by both 5 and 11, for what that is worth. But here we are. I’ve been married for .7534… years if my total life. It’s hard to remember life without him. It’s been quite a ride!
A telling incident took place on the actual day of our anniversary. We were out running random errands, and I asked Ernie to drop me at the Dollar Store and wait while I ran in to grab a greeting card. They truly cost a dollar, and are quite nice. I found what I wanted, exited the store, and promptly climbed into the cab of a dark green pickup with a man in it – not Ernie. The man grinned. I apologized and backed out. (Note: Our pickup is black.) I then proceeded to a nearby black pickup and opened the door to get in. Oops. Fortunately it was empty. It was then that I saw Ernie enjoying some eye rolling with the owner of the green pickup as I flailed around the parking lot. My kids’ reaction? “Mom, were you trying for an upgrade?” Well, 55 years is a long time, but I think I’ll stick with what I have.
