Westwoods

Something I have learned after miles and miles of marriage is that God often improves on what seems like failure to me. After our door was unlocked and we were safely in our car, headed down the highway, we felt exhaustion slowly seeping into our bones. The miles seemed to creep by. But we were thankful that the roads were good and we were heading home once more. Throughout the afternoon, Google maps informed us of road closures due to snow storms, but all the roads we chose for our route still looked good.  So onward we drove. North into Colorado, a scenic route we had never taken before. Occasionally we saw drifting snow beginning to form on the edge of the highway. Tumble weed rolled across the road countless times. Even elk and coyotes were on the move. Things took on an ominous feel shortly after we entered a small town late in the afternoon and began looking for our new road. We only got about 500 yards down our new route when abruptly the road stopped. The snow bank covering the

  Miles and miles of marriage. That's true after 27 years. The last two anniversaries have been quite memorable. The one last year was so extreme that I've only talked about it in small sketches. It is far enough away finally, that I am beginning to see the humor in it. This past anniversary celebration was on vacation in Italy. Which in a lot of ways was not nearly as bizarre as the prior one, but still had it's moments of touch and go. My husband has the ability to shut out a bad memory about five minutes after it happens. So when you are in the midst of a series of unfortunate events, each one disappears as a new one makes it approach. I am not like that. My experiences are felt, tasted, and seen with deep poignancy, joy or agony. Except I do have to admit, after 27 years I am learning to temper all those emotions with realism and practicality and help from the Holy Spirit. Thank God. Anyway...Anniversary #26 We are in Arizona...It's six a.m. and we are just leaving