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Here's why I'm only 50 years old this year...

Fifty years ago this month I met the kid who was my soul mate and in my eyes that was truly the beginning of my real life. I've been living that life ever since and hope to do so for many years to come. People are always asking me what has kept us together for all these years and truly more to the point what has kept us HAPPY together for all these years. It is enough for me to say my husband is my soul mate and I am his. But others seem to want more. I can say, or in this case, write more and I think it's important. To be soul mates there has to be an innate understanding of each others needs, wants, hopes, dreams and equally important each others weaknesses and failings. Let's face it, we all have "issues". But the bond comes for us because those "issues" are minor in comparison to all the positives, all the feelings we share. Then there is reasonableness. We are both reasonable. It's important. In fact I think it's invaluable. It means we can sort out problems with an eye to being fair, understanding and weighing each others needs or wants. We have always done this, right from the start. Another key...we have from the beginning and continue now to support each other in what each of us wanted. I'm not saying we're perfect, far from it. Better to say our imperfections are not a problem for us. Neither of us were all that happy before we met. And although I don't think we verbalized it way back (we often do now) what we both wanted more than anything was to be HAPPY. We have never wavered in that endeavor. We mean to be happy, we work at being happy, we are happy and I feel confident we will continue to be happy. I love the word HAPPY. I can't emphasize it enough. And that happiness is an essential part of us as a family and an extended family, not just as a couple. It extends to the people we choose to be close to. Contentment comes from surrounding ourselves with happiness. I mean, really, when you feel love, respect, trust, not to mention adoration, a strong physical connection as well as an emotional one, who the hell wouldn't be HAPPY!!! I'm neurotic but I'm not nuts...
So that's why in my own mind I turned fifty this month.


  1. Being happy together is one of the secrets to a lasting relationship.


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