Last week-end my husband and I celebrated our 40th wedding anniversary with a beautiful, perfect weekend in New York.  Dinner, tickets to "Jersey Boys," a luxurious suite in a beautiful hotel.  We went to MOMA.  We went to the Guggenheim.  We held hands and were care-free.  So, why did I keep thinking about those 40 years?  How did they come and go so fast?

I remember, as a young girl, complaining to my mother that it was taking so long for a party or vacation or special occasion to happen.  She'd say, "Mamala, stop wishing your life away.  The years will come and go fast enough."  When I was a young wife with children I'd wish for them to hurry and start to talk, to walk, to get out of diapers.  All of a sudden, it seemed they were driving (great--no more carpools!)  But wait, the years jumped and they were married, really independent and oh, so far from home, so far from us.  Did it happen overnight or did it just feel that way?

For those of my readers in my age group, you understand what I'm trying to say.  For those of you married 10-20 years, enjoy each day.  Problems will come and problems will go, but take the time to enjoy those precious moments.  My mother was so right.  The years come and go even faster.

My husband, the ultimate optimist, looks forward to wonderful years ahead for us.  I...look with trepidation.  Will the years be good to us?

As we begin a new year, may it be one filled with good health, happiness, and peace for all of us.

L'Shana Tova

And remember, as my mother always said, "I wish for you, everything you wish for yourself."

 

Buddee

 

By the way, if you have any questions, or have ideas for something you’d like me to write about, email my daughter and she’ll tell me (I’d say to email me, but…well…let’s just say I’d won’t be giving advice on how to use a computer.)

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