A Journey Shared
One Friday evening long ago, as I came through the front door after a long workday, arms clutching a fresh cut bouquet, she confessed that, although she appreciated the flowers, she wished I would stop spending money on such frivolous extras as we had three youngsters to raise.
We still have a bouquet on the kitchen table most days, but now the flowers come from our garden or are collected from the riverbanks when I am canoeing. Cut flowers from the florist are reserved for special occasions.
This summer we will celebrate twenty-two years of marriage. It’s been quite a journey, filled with the ups and downs of lives shared. Our eldest child has left home to begin his own journey and the other two will soon follow. We are looking forward to this next phase of our journey together.