Can't exactly say the past 29 years have been fun, but they've been alternately fun, scary, exhilarating, boring, crazy-making, wild, and a few other adjectives I can't think of. (Which is to say, time hasn't always flown over the past three decades, but then again, sometimes it has.)
Today is my 29th wedding anniversary. Spouse is in Sitka, Alaska this week, then flies to wild and wooly New Jersey for next week. Yes, this is one of those periods where the grass will grow like hay until he gets home.
For some reason, I'm remembering his Junior and Senior years at the academy, while we were dating, and the dragon of a Social Director they had, and the requisite dancing and social lessons the cadets had to endure. Heh. Then again, I'm also remembering his first assignment as an Ensign, on Governor's Island in the middle of NYC, and me a newly minted officer's wife. Attending officer's wives teas and having to wear white gloves and do the whole she-bang. All I can say is:
THANK GOD SOME THINGS HAVE CHANGED.
Along with no more officer's wives functions, I also am much wider, I have less body hair (one nice thing about getting older) and Spouse also is carrying extra weight, instead of the &%@# 4% body fat he used to have when younger!!!! There's a scar on his cute little tight butt cheek from when a nurse once gave him a shot, and his muscles clenched, and they couldn't get the needle out. Yes, tight gluts. At one time, VERY tight gluts. :-)
Ah, time, the big equalizer.
We have three grandkids, two kids and one kid-in-law, a resident elderly father and a pain-in-the-ass cat. The father and cat and one kid live here, the grandkids and their parents live on the other side of the country. Which, if nothing else, gives me an excuse to hop a plane every so often.
However, I think sooner or later, when Spouse takes his annual Hawaii/Guam trip, I may just hop the plane with him and escape for a while. So I don't, you know, go postal and kill everything in sight from stress. Yeah, that's a good idea.