By Staying Married.
Until now, given a combination of my current age and undying commitment to this blog about slicesofotherpeople'slives (which requires a devoted weekly reading of the NY Times Modern Love Column, articles that typically cite the 101 ways marriages succeed, fail or both -- and often not necessarily in that order), I never realized how arduously my own parents (must) have worked over the last forty years (photo-to the right-credit: Einstein Wedding, 1-30-1971) to become poster-children for the Secret Life of Married Adults. And while their tools and tricks of the happilymarriedtrade are different (my mother will argue that turning a blind eye goes a long way, while my father - the Buddhist - chants for patience and good health), the results are almost exactly the same: a life partner whose companionship compares to no else's, except, perhaps, their three perfect children. (Happy Early Anniversary!) Enjoy.
I saw that picture and thought ohmygod we were so young. Foolish to marry so young? Maybe. But happy. Now we are are older we are joined at the hip, so to speak. The only people happier are our (perfect) children who surely rely on our solidity for their own. It wasn't always a bed of roses, not at all, but it was the bed we made. Thank you for remembering.
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