Today, December 9, is our 42nd wedding anniversary. It is said soon. And it doesn’t seem to be that many. Really. After having lived many things together, some good and others not so good, these years have passed so quickly, that it makes me dizzy to think that we are already grandparents.
The freedom of the early years without children. The arrival of the first child, with the novelty, the fears, the ignorance of not knowing what to do… the arrival of the second, with whom we already considered ourselves experts… So many things.
It all started in 1973, when we met. I was 15 years old at the time and still going to school and wearing a uniform. He was already in college. At 17, I was diagnosed with epilepsy and he was still there with me. He has never patronized me, he has always encouraged me to do what I wanted to do, and when I had a seizure, he went out of his way to help me.
I have to be very grateful to life, because I have been very lucky with my husband and my children. When my youngest son was diagnosed with epilepsy, I think it helped me a lot, not only having the disease myself, but also the way my husband treated me so I could treat my son the same way. Without overprotecting him and explaining well what I could and could not do.
May this letter serve as a tribute to my husband who throughout this time has been my friend, my support, my lover, my companion.
I would like to take this opportunity to wish you a Merry Christmas, although this year they will be different, but let’s try to enjoy what they leave us. And I wish you that the next 2021 will treat us all better than this 2020. Much health and care in the holidays.