Happy Anniversary

Today is Irv's and my 37th wedding anniversary. My oh my...where does the time go? We were 20 years old when we got married. Much too young by today's standards, but pretty common back then. Like most couples that have been married as long as we have, we have definitely had our ups and downs, but through it all...we have grown and our love has grown.

I remember at our 25th anniversary party, one of our younger neighbors asked us how we had stayed married so long. I told him it was because we could never afford a divorce!

There have been times when I would have gladly sent Irv "to the moon" and I'm sure there have been more times when he would have liked to have shipped me off somewhere....anywhere, but as the years go by, we grow more and more comfortable, and find it easier to overlook the other's imperfections. Things that would drive us crazy years ago, we don't even bat an eye at these days. I like to look at marriage as an adventure....always a new challenge....always changing.

So, our hair keeps getting grayer, our wrinkles are getting wrinkles, the pounds gather in not so flattering places, we have become very attached to our routines, we go to bed ridiculously early, we often forget things we use to remember, we rarely remember that we already told that story the day before, we sometimes move a little slower, but we are together. It's funny to think that we have been together since we were kids, and I truly can't think of anyone I would rather share this adventure called "marriage" with.

Happy Anniversary Irv!

Mirror, Mirror On The Wall

When you look in the mirror....what do you see?




Sometimes I can be boppin' around the house, listening to my music and I will catch my reflection in the mirror and say, "Holy shit! Who is that person?" That can't be me! That lady is old and wrinkled. She has jowls and droopy eyelids. She's saggy and baggy and looks so "weathered". Her hair is so gray.....no, that can't be me!"

And then...there is the grin. The wrinkles around the eyes appear deeper. The sides of the mouth curl up and become a big smile. HAHA! It is me! It's me, Kathy and hell yeh...I AM wrinkled. I'm 57 years old! Those jowls....just like my dad's and his mom's and those droopy eyelids....just like my mom's.

Sure I'm "weathered". Up until 10 years ago, I worshipped the sun. My hair...what happened to my hair? Oh yeah, that's right...I stopped coloring it to avoid those darn chemicals!

Another grin, another smile and then a laugh...Hmmmmm...yep, that's me.....and then off I go boppin' to the music again.