Relativity

Call me crazy, but I like to enjoy all the obscure little holidays in my life. Today, for instance, is my 275th Monthaversery. In case you struggle in arithmetic, that’s 23.083 years of happy marriage. Like I said, obscure holidays. Life should be celebrated and all those little milestones along the way are worthy of mention. What I have learned in my modest marital experience is that remembering such little things can be a very big deal over time. In modern western society we are obsessed with staying young, with fighting off the effects of age at all cost. Sadly, the message that sends to young people is that growing old is bad. However, everyone who doesn’t die young grows old. If you look at it that way, growing old is actually a blessing. And nothing has been more rewarding than having the opportunity to grow old together with someone I care about. Now it’s a stretch, but here’s where my twist on Einstein’s theory of relativity comes in. When you grow old with someone you are aging together, the effect being that you really don’t notice the change so much. Furthermore, the sharing of that time produces a trove of shared memories to be cherished as well. You see, it’s not so bad. It can even be great. So if you’re heading over the hill, like so many of us are, count your blessings and enjoy the ride. Your hair may turn grey, the kids grow up and move out, life has it’s seasons. That’s the nature of things. Just remember that time is relative and who could ask for anything better than simply sharing that time with someone you love. I don’t know much about astrophysics, but old Einstein really hit the nail on the head in the area of romance. So if you’re married, be sure to stop and tell that special someone how much you’ve enjoyed your time together ... and how much you’re looking forward to the rest of it.

Relativity
Einstein said it long ago
For he was the first to see
And understand the way time works
With his theory of relativity
Time, at first, appears to be
A thing which rushes on
But time is relative, you see
With someone else along
Though the unforgiving sands
Of time fall through the glass
Though minutes, hours, days and weeks
And years may swiftly pass
When you share the road of life
With someone you hold dear
Who knows you and whom you have
Known Since youth, from year to year
The things which seem to pass you by
Mean nothing when compared
To who you bring along with you
For time is relative, if shared
When you grow old together
Age becomes irrelevant
And time is just the clock you use
To count the years you’ve spent
Old Einstein understood that love
And time are relative
When both are shared with someone else
It’s a joy to age ... and live
By Frank Carpenter ©