Being deeply loved….

The most important thing is life is give out love, and to let it come in – Morrie Schwartz

(Some of this post was taken from a post in May, 2012, just prior to our 29th anniversary. In 4 days, it will be our 31st anniversary and what I said then still holds.)

In the summer of 1981, I met the love of my life. He literally walked through a door, and that was it. Not that I had a clue, at 18, that this was IT. And not that the road has always been smooth, but it has been worth every moment, whether it has been a good, bad or indifferent moment.

Ours is not some tale of love lost and found, or full of great struggles or tragedy. Instead, it’s just a simple story of two people who somehow beat the odds and have come through the other side. Happy. Together.

How it came to be that our paths even crossed was luck as my sweetie grew up in Ontario, whereas I was born in Alberta. Yet, he took a job in Calgary once he was done his first jaunt in the post-secondary world, and I happened to be doing temporary secretarial work at the firm where he was hired.

It’s funny. We never planned anything much. Things just happened. We dated for a couple of months, and then he needed a new apartment and my mother needed her space. (We always say it was my mom’s idea that we live together – so scandalous at the time; so “meh” today.) So, we got an apartment. We used furniture loaned to us by family or acquired from other tenants when they were too lazy to move it.

Somewhere along the line, I thought we should make it official. So I proposed. No big dreamy fairy tale, just a practical decision that led to a short engagement and a (very) small wedding.

My fairy tale.

Two days after the wedding, I was back at work.

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Two months later, we were driving across the country so Tim could complete his degree at the University of Toronto. The first 2 years of our marriage included Tim’s degree completion and me trying to adjust to life far from home (remember, no Skype or internet to keep in touch). Our marriage stuttered. Our young age (20 and 23 when we said “I do”) undoubtedly had something to do with it. Our significantly different upbringings may have contributed to it as well. But, we persevered. Although we were naive about a lot of things, we believed in us.

The next 4 years saw new jobs, new outlooks and our first house. When we started our family, first Kyle and then Laura, the adventures really began.

421847_4111133230545_1925491284_nSometimes it feels like yesterday and I feel like that 18-year-old. Generally, though, I feel like I have lived my life with my best friend and we have walked the path of our life together and he does so with my best interests and happiness as his goal. We continue to be very different people, but two people who laugh often and appreciate how very, very lucky we are.

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A few weeks back, we had a discussion prompted by a set of questions posed to an author – what is your greatest fear, accomplishment and so on. After being together for close to 33 years, you would think there would be no surprises, that we would know just about everything about one another. Fortunately, you don’t. We learned something about one another that day.

One thing we both felt was our greatest achievement, both personally and as a couple: our children. We raised two of the most amazing people. Capable. Happy. Smart. Loving. Kind. They are two people who have networks of love and support that go beyond our family. They contribute to the world and enrich ours everyday.

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Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage – Lao Tzu

In a little over a month, I will begin an adventure I have waited over 30 years for – my return to university. A HUGE part of the reason I feel confident that now is the time is that I am deeply loved, so I am strong and I have the courage due to the love I feel so deeply. My return to university is largely a celebration of  the love of the family we created.

How lucky am I? How lucky are we?