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by Lori Hatcher
Forty years ago today, I walked down the aisle with a bouquet of bridal shower bows practicing for my wedding. My soon-to-be husband, David, standing at the altar, grinned so big his eyes turned into tiny slits. With the naivete of youth and the faith of children, we were twenty-four hours away from committing our lives to each other forever.
In sickness and in health (yep). In poverty and in wealth (still waiting on the wealth part). Forsaking all others (yes and amen). ‘Til death do us part.
So far, so good.
Occasionally younger friends will ask us what’s the secret to staying married. It occurred to me today that some of the advice we share applies to the writing life, too.
