Steve is working on the bathroom remodel; there’s crashing and banging and sawing and drilling and hammering and swearing filling the house. Hayden is doing her nails and otherwise prepping for homecoming while her music volume constantly increases to cover the crashing and banging filling the house. Anna is drawing a “Welcome October” picture for me in my bullet journal. I told her a simple sketch would be sufficient, but she is an artist, and nothing for her is ever sufficient; it must be perfect. And, I am researching a new book idea. There are two dogs at my feet; one because she is always at my feet when I am in my office, and the other because she is terrified by the banging and crashing filling the house. It’s raining. That will ruin the homecoming pictures. Otherwise, it’s a pretty perfect Saturday in the fall. There’s spaghetti sauce in the crock pot, simmering away, filling the house.
Steve and I just celebrated our ninetieth wedding anniversary, and I wonder, so often, how it is that we got here, to this place, these weekends, that I so dearly love. Sometimes it feels like such a long ride, and other times I think we are still at the beginning. We are the among the lucky ones, I know this. We’ve had plenty of bumps and bruises along this journey, we’ve suffered some great losses, but we have never faltered, we have never doubted our love for one another. Many of our friends have divorced or almost divorced, a few of those divorces quite shocking, and each time we wonder how it is that a marriage can get to that point, each time we are so thankful that we don’t know the answer.
I know I sound a little, or maybe even a lot, self-righteous. But, I truly know that our success so far has as much to do with luck as it does with our hard work. I know that it could all fall apart tomorrow, that some unforeseen event could shake us, some minute shift in the universe could rock us to our core. I know how blessed we are to have these moments, this family, these Saturdays. I take none of it for granted, and I do, I honestly do, wonder how we got her so relatively unscathed.
Because these days?
These days are the days that sustain me. These little days with my little family. I am such a lucky woman.