It was twenty years ago today, in a small with 60 of our closest family and friends, that I married my best friend. In the intense heat we exchanged the promises that have kept us together: I let him surf whenever he wants, he lets me go to retreats and bookstores as needed. This foolproof marriage vow has meant that what he's into I support and what I'm into, he supports.
That's it for now. I just thought I'd pass along my little tip for a healthy marriage. Time ages the body, hardships age the mind, but the commitment to love and support another person and be their best friend goes on forever.
At least for another twenty years. Then maybe we'll have to renegotiate. At some distant point we'll be looking into assisted living and he'll have to support my efforts with a senior dance group or something. His surfing may turn into laps in the pool. But the principle remains the same—instead of obeying, we encourage. It seems to be working out pretty well so far.