Margaret Ann Henderson and I were wed on a Friday night in April of 1962. A few short weeks later, here we are celebrating the 50th anniversary of that event.
Time does fly.
This Friday night, April 13, at the exact half-century mark, we will be dining in one of our favorite New Orleans restaurants with our two sons and our daughter, our sons’ wives, and all eight of our grandchildren, who are flying in from various locations around the country for the weekend. Our pastor and wife, Mike and Terri Miller, will join us for the occasion, as will one other special couple, Beverly and Gerald Nugent.
Son Neil and his wife Julie have put together a notebook of photos which will be on display that night. (It feels not entirely unlike the kind of display funeral homes show for memorial services.) Margaret asked me to draw some kind of something for its cover. I’ve sketched in a few things, and decided on the heading at the top: The First 50 Years are the Hardest!
That’s tongue-in-check, of course. But not much.
Has it been hard? Yes. Has it been wonderful? Sure. Has it been everything we expected when we walked down that aisle at Birmingham’s West End Baptist Church so long ago? We had no idea what to expect, so that one’s hard to answer.
Would we do it all over again? If we were smart, we would. And if we were truly smart, we’d do it better this time.
We made enough mistakes the first time through for several marriages.
The popular thing to write on one’s 50th anniversary is a glowing tribute to one’s spouse in admiration for her patience and perseverance and in praise for the Lord’s triumph. I feel a lot of that. But I know also that few would benefit from reading that.
What interests people and benefits other marriages is learning from our mistakes. And we made plenty of those.
Here are our top 10 mistakes. (Well, the ones we want to talk about. Smiley-face goes here.)