It Is a Privilege

 


 

I called my cousin Rebecca when her husband died of cancer.  Her quiet words, spoken ten years ago, are barnacled to my soul: It was a privilege to be his wife.

That’s exactly how I feel after 32 years of marriage.  It is, it was, it continues to be a privilege to be his wife.  Happy Anniversary, my love!




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2 thoughts on “It Is a Privilege

  1. Happy anniversary!  I love your words “barnacled to my soul”.  It’s funny how certain small exchanges have sticking power like that.  We are just a little ahead of you, celebrated 33 years on June 3rd.  We are blessed.

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