Day #318 Writing Through COVID-19: Marriage and Ping-Pong

My husband Dan and I have been playing lots of Ping-Pong of late. Most nights we battle through the best two out of three games. Our skill is equal enough to keep the competition alive. We laugh a lot. We sweat a little.

Is it lame to celebrate happy Ping-Pong? 319 days into COVID and 13,450 days into marriage, any new diversion is welcome. 
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Thirty-six years ago, Dan and I broke all the rules by meeting in October and marrying six months later in April of 1984. 

Looking back, I can only think: OMG! 

Our parents surely thought we were making a far-too-hasty major life decision. 

And we were.

But at 25 and 24, Dan and I thought we'd dated aplenty. We thought we knew what we wanted in life partners. 

Plus we were crazy about each other. Emphasis on crazy.
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Come April 2021, we'll mark our 37-year anniversary.

This means we have had a wonderful marriage. And a terrible marriage. And a boring marriage. And a scintillating marriage. It's been peaceful and firey, stable and shakey.

Will any long-married people challenge me on this? If you're in for the long haul, you better establish a wide swath of "good enough." 

Celebrate Ping-Pong.

Good enough.
Be well.
Write.

Allison