A MAY WEDDING AND ONE LOUD, “I DO,” LATER

A May wedding in a Fir Cathedral and still in the woods thirty one years later.

Doesn’t every married couple have a theme song?

They should, and it doesn’t have to be the same song forever.

Just make it a song older than your marriage.

And no Beatles.

This ought to be the common default:

Standing by over the years we raised two kids, got one dropout graduated from college, and set an example.

Stand by each other.

You’re not perfect, they’re not perfect, but you fit together like a foot in a shoe to stand on.

The hope in a long marriage isn’t measured in time, or money, but love.

The stand by me sort of love.

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I texted my boys to remind them to call Ma, and that I liked the Anniversary Math.

“What math?”

“Married 31 years and you’re 29 sort of math.”

“I was born 26 years ago. You might want to check with MJ.”

That’s one of the family jokes. When they were small I made the mistake of asking who they’d like as a dad if they could choose.

Michael Jordan. The consensus choice.

“I checked with MJ for the The Truth. He gave me Paul Pierce’s number.”

Laughs all around, you know, “Lol” hilarity.

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When it feels like your losing sight of things, stand together. Someone needs to see that. If it’s not them, it’s you.

And when it’s their time to stand, they know how.

Life is funny like that, learning when you’re ready to learn, living whether you’re ready or not.

Making good choices makes it better for everyone.