I sat on your porch last weekend, nursing Ezra, and watched James help you do yard work, while Haydon played alongside, and it did my heart good.
A beautiful thing, 30 years of marriage, and all that comes with it.
The traditional gift for a 30th anniversary is pearls. Seems fitting for a major marriage milestone, the gem made from adapting to an irritant. Just like that speck stuck inside of an oyster, marriage presents us with little things in the other that rub us the wrong way, get under our skin. And a 30-year marriage, like a beautiful pearl, has learned how to adapt to those irritants and produce something beautiful. Wikipedia says the pearl has become a metaphor for “something very rare, fine, admirable, and valuable,” and I’d say that describes 30 years of marriage too.
My original plan was to create a slide show we could show at a big party celebration. You decided not to do that (although, you can still change your minds!), but I thought the slide show would be fun anyway. As I sorted through pictures, I was reminded of the goodness of the family life you have provided for us so faithfully. Growing up with you was good. It was fun. It was secure. Thank you.
In your marriage I have seen the beauty of partnership and commitment through the reality of individual growth and change. I’ve seen joyful service to one another, give and take, patience and endurance. I’ve seen something I hope I have in another 20 years.