Jen and I celebrated forty-two years of marriage Tuesday, January 27. Celebrated may be too strong a word: we took pleasure in knowing the marriage has lasted that long when some people gave us six months at best.
The first priest we contacted to preside over the ceremony refused but one had no problem and so we went forward. I can still see Jen coming down the aisle, trembling and crying. I thought if she feels that badly, let's call it off. I told my brother I was going to slip away, but he calmly said it would be too embarrassing to the families, so I stayed. I forgot to kiss the bride when the ceremony calls for it and had to yank Jen back and kiss her.
Will we have another 42 years?
The first priest we contacted to preside over the ceremony refused but one had no problem and so we went forward. I can still see Jen coming down the aisle, trembling and crying. I thought if she feels that badly, let's call it off. I told my brother I was going to slip away, but he calmly said it would be too embarrassing to the families, so I stayed. I forgot to kiss the bride when the ceremony calls for it and had to yank Jen back and kiss her.
Will we have another 42 years?
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