He is tall. I am short. He loves seafood. I hate it.
He didn’t wear glasses until the last few years and needs them only for reading. I’ve worn glasses since I was five years old and need those to make everything blurry clear.
He’s a terrible speller. I always excelled in spelling. He admits he is not a writer and doesn’t enjoy doing so. I’ve always been a writer and it gives me joy.
He came from a family of brothers. I came from a family of sisters. He had lots of aunts, uncles, and cousins in his extended family. I had only a handful.
His family vacationed at the Jersey shore every summer. My family took very few vacations and I never saw the ocean until I was a young adult.
He grew up in the city with bricks for a yard and no grass. I grew up in the country with a yard a couple of acres large to play in.
As a youngster, he ran up and down the halls of the Capitol building in our state capital while playing with neighborhood friends. I rode up and down country roads on a bicycle playing with my neighborhood friends.
He has the patience to read the instruction manuals. I have little patience with them and tend to just wing it until I encounter a problem; then I turn to him and his instruction manuals.
He is usually slow to anger. I often possess a short fuse.
He takes his good old time working on projects. I want to hurry up and get them completed ASAP.
He loves all things historical and pertaining to the military and reads just about every display card in museums. I am more fascinated by the personal touches of history and am not interested in movies, books, or displays about wars or the military. I also am way ahead of him while making our way through museums.
He would love to go on a cruise someday. I am terrified of the concept.
You might say we have enough differences to prove we are not compatible at all. But you would be wrong. Our differences aren’t what define us. Our shared history together makes us who we are. And we are not totally mismatched; we do have several things in common.
We are a married couple who have spent the last 43 years together – dating for three years before marriage and this fall will mark 40 years since we said “I do” in front of family and friends.
We’ve endured separations when Papa was obligated for military duty far away, many moves, job changes, health scares, and difficult circumstances during our time together.
We’ve experienced grief and sadness, but we have shared so much joy and laughter as well. And through it all, we endured together. Ours isn’t a perfect relationship but it is one cemented with commitment, love, and respect for one another.
You might just say we are a good match after all (which happens to be this week’s photo challenge).
“It’s not about having the perfect relationship. It’s about finding someone who matches you and will go through everything without giving up.” ~ Unknown
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