Celebrating.

They say "You are Lucky in love."
After 6 years of marriage, 0 door slams, 0 walk outs, 0 nights not talking it out, 0 big nasty nasty fights (maybe just a couple regular nasty fights)... I still wouldn't say I'm "lucky in love."
I would say I am committed to love.
And to Ken.

But Lucky in love?
Hmmm. I guess it started with luck. Lucky we were in the same Art class in college.... but beyond that? . You can't ride that wave your whole life. Being together takes work and patience. Sometimes you have to watch Clint Eastwood Dirty Harry movies all weekend long to prove you love someone. (And sometimes he has to watch back to back English Romances to prove he loves me.) I can tell you neither one of us consider ourselves lucky at those times! I can't chalk a successful marriage up to luck. That's baloney. Luck won't stop the bills from piling up, or break the blow when MRI results come in, or kick out the baby blues that never leave. Luck won't help when a job doesn't work out, or days go horribly awfully wrong. You have to be committed. And we are.
Ken and I made it to number 6 and there is no end in sight for us. Upward and onward. New horizons and challenges are coming. We can take it. We've got it pretty good. It takes practice. Trying to show you love the other person in every different way just to make sure they are getting the message is not something that just happens. Not every day is easy. Not even a majority of the days are easy. But, sixty-nine years from now when we are having a big luncheon (with deli swirls and devilled eggs) for our 75th Anniversary and someone says to me "Oh you are one of the lucky ones." I'm going to sit them down and give them a good talking to.

Because I don't believe love has anything to do with luck. And old people are like that.