Married — 30 Years — with Children

We started out young and dumb, and next week will find us middle aged and wiser.

Tuesday the Norwegian Artist and I celebrate 30 years of marriage. One man, one woman, who decided to throw our lots in together and see where our combined energy, talent, drive, and love would take us in a world that watches happy endings on movies, but never waits around to see just what it takes to keep that happiness going.

Walking into the sunset doesn't end the story, because after each day ends, a new one begins. Catching the Breeze by Steve Henderson

Walking into the sunset doesn’t end the story, because after each day ends, a new one begins. Catching the Breeze by Steve Henderson

At times things seemed iffy, not because we had a problem with each other but because the people around us were convinced that we were going about things all the wrong way.

“Date nights are crucial,” we were told. “Recapture your initial time together by going out every week, alone.”

Well, our initial time together involved a lot of time alone, but most of it was spent walking and talking since we were poor college students whose major restaurant date involved sharing a cup of all-you-can-drink coffee.

Through the years we finessed our dates, eventually purchasing a coffee press and decent beans, at the same time that we continued walking, and talking. When the kids came — they just sort of arrived, one after the other — we stuffed them in a double stroller, then taught them how to ride a bike when their place was eclipsed by a new arrival. Their earliest memories involved voices over their heads, my sexy low timber and the Norwegian Artist’s rumble.

Children do not have to sound the death knell to communication within a relationship. You just sort of embrace them and include them in what you're doing. Seaside Story by Steve Henderson

Children do not have to sound the death knell to communication within a relationship. You just sort of embrace them and include them in what you’re doing. Seaside Story by Steve Henderson

“You need to go on those weekly date nights,” we were advised. “It’s the only way that you’ll be able to communicate with one another.”

Personally, I find crowded restaurants, serving food I can easily make myself for a fifth the price, and strangers sitting (and listening) an elbow’s breadth away, to be non-conducive to serious talking.

So we did what got to be a habit with us — we ignored the voices of others and listened to each other.

Three years into our marriage we mounted bicycles and wended our way through Venezuela and Colombia, just because we could. We had our babies at home, home schooled them, lived in a renovated barn with them for two years while we built, stick by timber by sheet rocked wall, our home, and then we began a fine art painting business out of it.

Through it all, we’ve heard that what we’re doing is oddly out of the ordinary, not the norm, and unable to be accomplished, to which we smile graciously, wish our not-so-well-wisher a good day, then head out for a daily walk so that we can . . . talk.

Marriage is a good thing when you are linked with your best friend, and the best way to maintain and improve that friendship — any friendship — is to invest time in it — whenever, and however, it works for you. Maybe you like restaurants. Maybe you can afford them on a regular basis. Or maybe you like climbing mountains. Or gardening. Or watching movies and analyzing them.

Joy is fleeting, all the more worth seeking because it is so rare. Brimming Over by Steve Henderson.

Joy is fleeting, all the more worth seeking because it is so rare. Brimming Over by Steve Henderson.

But each friendship, and marriage, is different, tailored to the individuals involved, and the likelihood of success is increased — not guaranteed, because nothing in life comes with one of those — when the individuals trust in themselves enough to make the decisions that are right for them, not the ones that they are told are right for them.

Two individuals, being individuals, but choosing to do so as one.

Happy Anniversary, dear Norwegian. We grow old and idiosyncratic together.

All of the images in my articles are paintings by Steve Henderson, my Norwegian Artist, and are available as originals and/or signed, limited edition prints. We believe that art belongs in the homes of real people with real lifestyles and real budgets, and for this reason we offer our print line of high quality archival quality reproductions for decent prices, and we also offer interest-free payment plans. Find Steve’s work at www.SteveHendersonFineArt.com. 

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About This Woman Writes

Carolyn Henderson is the marketing manager of Steve Henderson Fine Art. In addition to her This Woman Writes blog, Carolyn writes a regular art column for FineArtNews, an online newsletter for artists and art collectors.
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8 Responses to Married — 30 Years — with Children

  1. My husband and I celebrated thirty years 12/11/12. Why did you have a December wedding back in ’82? My husband said to me ( in our case, I’m the artist), “You know,honey, if we get married before the end of the year, I can deduct you from my taxes. We’ll save enough money to have a honeymoon in Paris.” He’s still a practical romantic guy.

    • That’s a practical romantic, all right. Did you get the honeymoon in Paris, complete with croissants and coffee in an outside cafe? Oh, how I would love that some day.

      We married in the winter, during and ice storm as family members like to remind us, because we were in between quarters at college, and we could tuck in a honeymoon that way, before we hit the books (or, in his case, the paintbrush) again.

  2. Seasweetie says:

    A beautiful tribute to your marriage. And I always love the Norwegian Artist’s work.

    • Thank you, Seasweetie. I’m glad you love the Norwegian’s work — he is, indeed, a master with the paintbrush, and it is a privelege to enjoy the works before they head off to their new and sundry homes.

  3. Pingback: Happy Marriage Anniversary, Dear Norwegian | Wise Counsel

    • Thank you. We hear a lot about marriage these days, but it tends to be wrapped in controversey, and little is celebrated. I think we forget that it’s a very beautiful, fragile, precious thing.

  4. This could have been our story, with a few exceptions. We were poor but not college students. He was Airman 1st class. There were 4 children. Congratulations on your 30th Anniversary. Enjoy your anniversary walk.

    • Thank you, Judith. Four children — it’s a lovely number. I am glad that you and your Airman have a beautiful story of your own, and I hope that you share it, wherever, and whenever you can.

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