Hello to all,
Tammy and I are quickly reaching thirty-one years of martial bliss. This is far from a record considering my mom and dad fell short of sixty-five by a week or two, and Tammy’s parents spent fifty-six years sharing wedding vows. Thirty-one years sounds like a long time, yet when I think about our wedding day, it’s like yesterday. In my mind, we are still young and in love.
I understand thirty-one years is long compared to the many marriages that don’t see ten years before splitting for one reason or another. It is hard to understand why our matrimony lasted when so many others don’t. It feels like compromise is one of the key elements in a successful marriage.
Tammy likes the house’s temperature set to 72 degrees, while I prefer 68 degrees. We compromise, and the temperature stays at 72 degrees and goes up to 74 with summer air conditioning. We lower the night temperature to my preferred 66 degrees for better sleeping.
We share a queen-size bed, and each of us occupies one half. Except her half takes up two-thirds of the bed, and my half is much smaller. When I offer to buy the cover showing this, I get the look for suggesting it. When we cut dessert in half, mine is the lion’s share.
I like green peppers. Tammy doesn’t like their taste, smell, or presence in our house. We compromise, and our daughter and I eat pepper steak for dinner since Tammy works at the Prom Ministry in town. I can’t eat chocolate, and they share many chocolate confections.
I hope that we make it another thirty-one years before God calls one of us home. This will take me well into my nineties but will be joyful and fulfilling.
I am looking for ARC readers for my unpublished book. If you want to read my latest story, The Antidimension, don't hesitate to get in touch with me at dannymac@dannymacauthor.com. I can send you the story in PDF, Epub, or MOBI.
Grace to you,
Danny Mac
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