Today marks 44 years of marriage to Banjo Man.
That day seems like a very long time ago.
Because it was.
But underneath the white hair (me) and bad knees (Banjo Man) and all of the other insults of aging, we’re still the same couple who loves road trips and music and mountains and lakes and really good hamburgers.
We’re still laughing.
Which is the most important thing.
As Banjo Man once warned a young man about the woman he was dating at the time, “It’s going to be a long life if she doesn’t think you’re funny.”
I’ve repeated that advice many times.
Banjo Man is the funniest man I know.
Which might explain the forty-four years.