About this time last year, our youngest daughter was attending her last homecoming dance in the high school gymnasium.
About this time 19 years ago we were a few weeks away from being parents for the second time, three years after the first time.
About this time 23 years ago – exactly 23 years ago this Saturday – Beth and I were walking down the aisle without much of a plan, or much of anything else.
About this time a few years earlier, it was us going to the homecoming dance in the same high school gym, dancing (strangely enough) to the same, lame Journey songs.
There were bad times. I don’t recall the details or the dates. But I remember the smallest things about the best times, like how something new and wonderful always seemed to enter the picture just when we needed it to.
Right on cue, about this time next year our oldest daughter will be a mom herself, planning for our first grandchild’s first Christmas.
This time 23 years from now, who knows. We still don’t have much of a plan. But we have something better – a history.
Happy anniversary to us.