Have you ever noticed how history has a way of repeating itself, on a global scale and on a personal scale?
Politicians make the same mistake and keep getting the same bad results. People, myself included, make the same mistake and get the same bad results. Wasn’t it Albert Einstein who said the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results?
Interestingly, the same thing is true of positive results. I keep falling in love with my husband over and over again. I’m one of the lucky ones. He makes it so easy to do. He tells me he keeps falling in love with me, too. That’s one action that creates the same result. Well, yes, ‘that’ (nudge, nudge, wink, wink), but also another anniversary. We’ve hit another half big one – not one of the big ten-year increments, but a fiver. Thirty-five to be exact.
It has been a bed of roses. Remember, roses have thorns. You don’t stay married for 35 years because of good luck or because it’s easy or because every day is sunshiney and wonderful. There have been some incredibly tough times when we were both sure we were at the end of our time together. Somewhere, deep down, we both found ‘just one more minute,’ then ‘just one more hour,’ ‘one more day,’ and eventually the hurts were healed and the love was given room to rebloom.
I like to think we’ve had a good influence on our children. The ones who are married or engaged have chosen partners whose parents have also had long, successful marriages. I hope this will create one more instance where I can say “it happened again” as our children rack up years of successful marriage.
Another piece of history where ‘it happened again’ is the birth of our seventh grandchild. Shay was born on June 25. She is an absolutely beautiful baby – and I’m not just saying that. She really was beautiful even at 2 hours old when we first saw her. Mom, baby, and dad are all doing well. As Alexander said when Shay was born, he has more experience changing diapers and tending babies than most 26-year-olds, since he has three younger siblings – so he wasn’t nervous about taking care of Shay from the moment she was born.
History repeats itself, and it’s lovely when it’s the good history that is repeating!
What good-news piece-of-history has repeated itself in your life?