Only two more days until our 43rd anniversary. There will be no huge parties, just a trip to a favorite restaurant. We will reminisce about the last years and express surprise at how fast it has gone.

It was cold on our wedding day in 1979. We didn’t want to go inside the church ahead of time so that our rings would be easier to get on. It worked. The gold bands fit perfectly on our frostbitten fingers.

The ensuing years were good and bad. There were years where we both had good jobs and other years we struggled to pay the bills. We lost family and welcomed babies. We learned to deal with illnesses that had no cure. Somewhere along the way we grew old. We are surprised to see our parents when we look in the bathroom mirror.

It used to be that I would make an appointment for one thing or another and I could remember the date and time without writing it down. These days, I have to find the calendar (which could take awhile) then check for conflicts before I can confirm or deny that we have an opening in the schedule.

The worst thing about getting older is not all the aches and pains that pop up. It is the feeling that the world is spinning faster and faster and we are about to fly off into oblivion. This is evidenced by the fact that I am unable to figure out the new phone that daughter Beth got for me. There are days when everything works as it should and I wonder what I was complaining about. Then the phone emits an evil laugh as I punch it repeatedly and accidentally call someone I’ve never heard of before.

I long for the days when a phone was a phone. It was used to make and receive phone calls, and that’s it. It didn’t connect me to the internet probably because the internet hadn’t been invented and streamlined yet. It didn’t take pictures, it didn’t demand to go everywhere its owner did. It made and received phone calls without making me feel like the dumbest person on the planet.

It is not only technology that is changing rapidly. Our bodies are starting to rebel against us. When we were young we thought it was silly when our folks said they couldn’t eat after a certain hour. Now we understand why.

I think that the one thing I miss the most about being young is courage. The last time I went to the neurologist he asked what I wanted to get out of my visits to him. I replied that I wanted my courage back. He didn’t answer and I took that as something I was going to have to live without.

The world has changed even quicker than our bodies have. When was the last time the bread man stopped at your house? Do our children know what a milk man is? It was always a man. How about a party line? If you were very quiet you could learn a lot about your neighbors.

Through all these changes in the world we have traveled through the road together. When I told my husband about the latest cancer, he had the perfect response. He said we would get through this together. We did it once, we can do it again.

We probably won’t get another 43 years of marriage but I am grateful for the cold April day that we decided to join our lives together.