33 years

Tomorrow, my husband, Ed, and I will celebrate our 33rd wedding anniversary. In 1976, the Bicentennial celebration was in full swing, Jimmy Carter was elected president, and disco was not dead. Since I paid for my own wedding and I had just graduated from college (which I also paid for), our wedding was a more modest affair instead of one of today’s massive wedding industry bank account breakers. We had a lovely honeymoon in St. Thomas. This was my first time out of the continental United States and the first time in my memory that I flew on a jet. We rented an apartment at Beacon Hills just south of Alexandria, VA – which times in retrospect seems like an idyll. We’ve bought our houses, we’ve raised our sons, and we are now looking forward to retirement. Marrying Ed was the best thing to happen in my life. Where did the 33 years go?

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