I had always imagined that when Denise and I reached forty years of marriage, we’d celebrate it with something just for us—something quiet, romantic, and free of all the noise that comes with being parents and grandparents. For decades, our lives had revolved around others: four children, six grandchildren, demanding jobs, endless bills, and all the compromises that come with building a life together. We had weathered storms, fought battles, and shared triumphs. Now, in retirement, we finally had the freedom to choose ourselves.
That’s why we planned Oregon. For years, the idea lingered in our minds like a promise waiting to be fulfilled. A peaceful inn overlooking the rugged coast, mornings spent drinking coffee as the Pacific roared against
the rocks, evenings warmed by a fire where silence spoke louder than words. It wasn’t about luxury—it was about space. The kind of space where two people could just exist together, hand in hand, without interruptions.
We booked it months in advance, savoring the anticipation. Every time Denise mentioned it, her eyes sparkled. “Can you imagine the sunsets, Henry?” she’d ask, her voice filled with the kind of joy that reminded me of the young woman I married. For the first time in a long while, it felt like life was giving us permission to simply be husband and wife, not mother and father, not Nana and Papa. Read more below
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