I walked into the bathroom the other day and found two toilet paper rolls sitting on the counter with cartoonish frowny faces and the words "Recycle me" drawn on them. The one toilet paper character looked like it was giving me the finger.
I did the only logical thing, which was to take another toilet paper roll, cut it in half and make two little toilet paper roll children with the words "Mama" and "Dada" on them.
These are the types of love notes you send after 31 years of marriage.
Next weekend, Dave and I will celebrate our 31st wedding anniversary. In a funny twist of fate, we'll be spending it up north at the same cottage we spent our honeymoon before going to Algonquin Park to see Grace.
I wish I had some brilliant insights about marriage but I don't. After 31 years of marriage, I truly believe it's a crap shoot whether people stay together or split up. We've just been lucky at crap.
The one thing I will say and they don't tell you in marriage courses is marriage changes over time.
You start out madly in love and lust, then become each other's best friends as you begin to build a life together. Children rock your world and your relationship takes second string as you focus on raising your kids.
You learn to live with each other's foibles and idiosyncracies and intimately know each other's aches and pains, regrets and dreams.
But if you're lucky, you still wake up every morning not being able to imagine going through life without that person by your side, sharing a laugh or two, and planning your next adventure together.
Just make sure you recycle the toilet paper rolls and put the seat down before heading out.
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