In history the Middle Age is a period characterized by the fall of a great empire, merging of ideologies, and an age of discovery. I believe it is a fitting way to capture the experience of living as a middle aged person. A few years ago my mother in-law told me that I was in the “prime” of my life. At first I didn’t quit get it. However, as the years continue to pass by, I am fully awake. Now this is one of the little nuggets of truth that I have held on to tightly. She was telling me that I won’t get any younger, that my body will start to ache and have limits, that time and energy are at a premium, that tomorrow is not promised, so make the best of today.
As of today, I have been married for 13 years. I actually have two wedding anniversaries. The first is January 22, 2004. I was married to Martin Wesley Muhammad at the Justice of the Peace in a room full of strangers in a mass wedding. It was hilarious. I actually thought we might not be granted our marriage license because we caught the giggles in the middle of the ceremony. While our decision to get married early was motivated by the fact that I was pregnant, it was not a shotgun wedding. We were already engaged to be married. You might say we got married sooner for our first born child. Thus, she would not be born out of wedlock (and we would have more health insurance). Exactly four months later, I was married to the same man on May 22, 2004 in front of friends and family. If you would have told me then what I know now, I would not believe it. As a matter of fact, the content of this blog is a surprise for me and I’m writing it. Then I was strictly opposed to staying married for your children. My how times have changed.