When Larry and I were first dating in 1996, we used to refer to ourselves as “two lucky birds”, so grateful to have found one another. Each of us had suffered a great deal of emotional stress in previous relationships and marriages, so we were overjoyed to have found one another. Although we had worked together in the same field, child/family psychiatry and psychotherapy, it took us twenty-two years to fall in love – and fall we did!
Today marks the third anniversary of Larry’s heart attack, a day when we once again remind ourselves that we are, indeed, “two lucky birds”. Larry suffered no permanent damage to his heart, thanks to prompt intervention by skilled professionals. Both of us have lost weight and we eat a healthier diet with an emphasis on lowered sodium. Never have we taken one another for granted, even before his heart attack, but today we are reminded more than ever how precious life is and how fortunate we are to continue to share it together.
I have grown kind of superstitious about feeling a need to post on this important anniversary. (You can read my earlier anniversary posts here , here and here.) It feels very important to me to acknowledge the significance of the day and of the love we continue to share.
So, the Starbucks card and thank you note has been delivered to Fire Station 8 and a few happy tears have been shed. These two lucky birds are counting their blessings. Every day is so precious.