Reflections on an Anniversary

Forty six years -- where does the time go?

Are we even still the same people who made those ambitious vows back in 1963?

We've been together far longer than we were apart . . . it's hard to remember a time when we weren't a couple. After so many years, we finish each other's sentences . . . answer unasked questions . . . and very often seem to read each other's thoughts. Almost as if we were mirror images of one another.

But it's just possible that we're still together, against the odds ("I give this marriage five years," said my mother back in '64) because we've learned to give each other space to follow our own particular dreams -- freedom to fly.

And the sure and certain knowledge of a familiar place to land.