NOPE, NOT TODAY.

  Nope. Many times that nope. As I sat down this morning, primed with the thought that came to me during the night, my eyes glanced quickly at the little daily piece of info: time and date. Whoa! How could I have missed the import of that information? Most probably because we are in our Homeland, our place of peace, of history, of nation. Oddly enough, according to the majority of the world, this is exactly the place not to seek peace and certainly note find it. Not in this place on earth which seems to have an affinity for woes of violence and eternal threat and death. 

Well, that is not my problem. That is the problem of those whose thinking is twisted. Whose hate consistently boils within. But for me, this is a place   where a glance out of my window spreads a biblical scene of millennia age in its most recent portrayal. Daily new life in an ancient homeland. Forever facing challenges, forever in dispute, yet forever coming out as the victor. And always   another upcoming holiday providing for thought and appreciation, for searches to keep things as they are, yet always seeing to give rise to ever new moments and hours and days. 

Assurances of even better times to come. And of pride and love and a realization that we, along with our partner, a third of our entity, that we at least can see new branches and growth of family moments, of family achievement, along with the eternal hope that we have passed along principles we have held dear, of goals achievable yet often difficult to maintain. In fact, this family is what we see as the future of an ancient people. Who have held on to       a fabric of belief, of prayer, of values challenging     even as they provide the basis of a life hopefully well and properly lived. 

 So what is it that can drive other thoughts of other blog postings? It is our 59th wedding anniversary. A wedding that remembers what it is that a marriage means, far more than the wedding itself. The wedding lasts for hours, its memories forever, in one way or another. But the marriage is what counts, even if of brief duration, also in one way or another, but aways remaining behind and ahead and with us in so many, many manners. 

Always there are consequences. Always there are moments of confusion and miscalculation as to importance, with the import of some deed or statement vastly underrated as to its eventual place within the history of that marriage, of that family.

Two of the thirds making up this marriage, Gerry and myself, worked very hard to build a proper life with ancient and time-tested values. We took strength from those values, even if the reasoning was not always clear to us at the time. It often took years to fully understand the events of our lives, but always together, always with belief and trust in G-d, and many times with great patience and a building understanding of what indeed has taken place.

So, from two rather young, rather unknowing of what life held for us, what love truly means and entails, set out on a journey, which thanks to our efforts and the oversight of Hashem, we have made it to this point.

59 years of marriage. To 120.   

TOGETHER.

Yesterday.

Today.

Tomorrow.

Thank you, Hashem, and for allowing us to build a future with our children and their children and on down the years.

Amen.

And yes, for those who need to ask, we love each other even more than we did at that beautiful wedding.