My wife and I will shortly be celebrating our twentieth anniversary as spouses together.
We hear this is commonly called a “China Anniversary”. Well how very jolly hockey-sticks, what-what!.
We think it’s an appropriate nomenclature: Our children are maximally troublesome as if they were agents of some subversive and distant hostile power, and most of the porcelain and other higher ceramics we ever received as wedding gifts have already been transformed into inter-matrimonial-ballistic-missiles (IMBMs), and have been since replaced by desperately acceptable copies from LIDL’s et al.
I remain optimistic. Yup or yep, any moment now, within the next ten years, our lives will be transformed by all our debts being paid off, our children maturing into kind and thoughtful adults, the prospect of global Armageddon being declared an impossibilty, the universal brotherhood of man being announced as a thing forever etc, etc, etc.
Actually, in the last 24 hours, my wife and I visited my doctor to discuss my terminal disease, and then our family solicitor/attorney to declare our last will and testament together.
I am the one with the shorter life expectancy, but I strongly warn you all that I am not dead yet!
I will spend this time of reflection thinking about China, that place which is the future of Catholicism, which is filled with such a large number of people with high IQ, and the language which our disabled son, with no direction from his parents or siblings decided to study and master and even excel at. That wee country will come into its own.
A country is greater than its finances. That is true of any country. It is the people that count, all of them, in God’s eyes anyway. God love us into sisters and brothers, us all.