Today is my 27th wedding anniversary!
“Dang, that’s a long time, wasn’t it just your 25th…two years ago?” Malia’s math is spot on!
More accurately it is our 27th wedding anniversary and we are looking at the photograph of us on that lovely day, gathered around the register, pens poised over the license, smiling for the camera. Behind those innocent smiles we were oblivious to what was to come.
Paris asked me yesterday,
“If we knew what was going to happen to us in the future do you think we would live our lives differently?”
This is not an easy question to answer because if that knowledge was universal all of us would behave differently and in the end life would still take its twists and turns. But it is a good mulling topic for hot chocolate and toasted crumpets on a long, cold, winter’s evening…so let’s put it in the mull box.
Instead we’ll return to the photograph taken more than a quarter of a century ago with the promise of ten thousand tomorrows dancing in our eyes.
Little did we know what lay ahead to test our vows,
The newborn’s cry at 3am
The wailing toddler in church
The snap of a bone breaking two days before Christmas
The unrecognizable face of a child who has fallen onto a concrete step
The fury of siblings fighting
The emptiness of a deserted bedroom
The wrench of a heart breaking
The grief of loss
The angst-filled teen years
Empty nest
and cement our promise,
The start of waking after an undisturbed night
Delighted giggles
The sound of first words
The brightness of a smile
Unsteady footsteps
The loss of a tooth
Unlimited hugs and kisses
Four fabulous humans
The sweetness of youth
to love within the ordinariness of life.
We look at a photograph of us, on the iPod, taken today in front of our favourite landmark, Big Ben, only to notice the promise of another ten thousand tomorrows slow dancing in our eyes.
Well hello there! My name is Vivienne McNeny.
I am an empty nester exploring life as a Boomer…you could say I'm happily Boomering along!
As a homeschooling Mum I have finally quit the job of role model and mentor to my four children. I do what I want to do, eat when I feel like it, enjoy life with my blue eyed cowboy and clean my house once a month or so whether it needs it or not!
In true English form I write about the emergence of my true identity now that I can no longer hide behind my children as their Mum.
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