In a recent authors’ blog post, I said as writers, our best work is when we write what we know. Readers often think my novels are true stories. They aren’t, but often the conversations are ones I have had with girls in crisis pregnancies, or young moms struggling with their children or their husbands.
After fifty-one years of marriage, I’ve learned a few things about maintaining an enduring and loving relationship, and one of the most important secrets: Renew. One of my favorite Bible readings is Ecclesiastes 3, a time for everything. To be born and to die, to kill and to heal, to tear down and build, to weep and to laugh, to mourn and to dance . . . .
Joe and I recently spend a few days away to celebrate our anniversary. No kids. No grandkids. Just us, and no agenda. A time to renew, to remember why we’ve chosen over and over again to share our lives.
When we were young, we couldn’t afford to go to a fancy hotel, but we could turn off the phone, sit on the couch after the kids were down and watch a movie. We could take them for a walk–I remember getting large appliance boxes from the back of a store and taking our three little ones to the levy in New Orleans so they could slide, roll, and tumble–and giggle. Didn’t cost a thing. Renewal. Try it with the one you love–even if the love seems frayed and worn.