Yesterday, The Squire and I celebrated forty-one years of wedded bliss, and today was his umpteenth birthday. He was serenaded and congratulated at church this morning, and we shall leave the rest of it discreetly unmentioned.
It is really hard to believe we have been married for so long. Sometimes it seems to be forever, ( a very nice forever) and other times it seems less than a week has gone by since we said, “I will”. (There is no “I do” in the marriage ceremony.) I even promised to obey him, by my own choice, as it is no longer in the Prayer Book. This generally causes our friends to go into gales of laughter.
We have been blessed, and we both know it. It is often said that marriage is to be a reflection of God’s relationship with His people, and I never understood how true that is until I married The Squire. I have been loved, honoured, comforted and cosseted to a fare-thee-well, thank you very much, and he’s not done too badly in that department, either.
It is, of course, an immutable law of nature that people who like the windows open always select mates who prefer to sleep with the windows closed, and people who want to hold on to everything marry people who wonder why you want to keep that. We are perfect blending of an immovable object and an irresistible force. Who is who, and which is which varies from day to day, but it works. We haven’t had a single argument so far.
The best advice ever on marriage came from Ogden Nash.
To keep your marriage brimming, With love in the loving cup,
Whenever you’re wrong, admit it; Whenever you’re right, shut up.
Generally good advice, under any circumstances, I think.
thisendoftheswamp 
Happy Anniversary! Since I met the two of you, I have seen what marriage could be and should be. The Squire broke the mold. I am so glad to have learned from the both of you.