Long-term Marriage

The Man I Married and I met 29 years ago on a street corner: a random occurrence that shaped the rest of my life. I was waiting for the Walk light, and he crossed on the Don’t walk. Nothing much has changed. We got married 51 weeks later. We’ve been together for over half my life.

Swans, like those raised on The Brady Bunch, live and mate in family groups and keep the same mate for a lifetime.

At first, long-term marriage looks like this:

Hubba hubba

Then sometimes it looks like this:

“You put my delicates in the dryer on high AGAIN?”

Often it looks like this:

Heading mostly in the same direction

I used to want this:

Checking out guys at the bar

Now I just want this:

Alone for some peace and quiet

What I have is this:

Juvelines are grey, in swans and in human males who’ve been given charge of their own laundry

I’ll take it and count myself lucky.

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Image Credits:

All photos by Jennifer D. Munro.