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Forty years of marriage felt like no time at all. Forty years of marriage left so much yet to explore, to share, to learn—together. There was a time in our own American history, when forty years was the life expectancy at birth. From that perspective, forty years was a lifetime. I should be grateful that I had the gift of a forty-year marriage, and I am.
Thanksgiving—around the world, there is a tendency to associate that holiday solely with the United States, but we must not forget that our Canadian neighbors to the north also celebrate the feast, albeit in October rather than in November.
It’s not unusual these days to celebrate the birthdays of friends and relatives who are entering the decade of octogenarians. In point of fact, a baby born in this country today is fully expected to reach the age of eighty, and while it is definitely a pleasing milestone birthday, it is less of an “achievement” than it was half or even a quarter of a century ago.
