That was the theme song of my husband’s junior prom some twenty-FIVE years ago. 25. Two-five. Our kids think we are old as dirt. Doesn’t bother me too much. There are a lot of things I want to be. Sixteen isn’t one of them.

I was thinking about that dance this weekend as we set off for dh’s corporate gala shindig. How things change. How things stay the same.

That was us in the gym of a high school in a town of 5000. These are the crepe paper flowers and someone’s garden swing that look oh so lifelike – yes? The decorations were awful but the feelings were sincere- sincere enough to blossom into a third decade of marriage; sincere enough to embrace a family of eleven and carry us around the world and back; sincere enough to weather the storms of growing up together (which let me tell you, is not for the faint of heart)

I would not trade time for where we stand today. I might give back a few wrinkles and a few gray hairs which threaten to escape now and then… Nothing more though. Nothing.