My senior friend was excited about clocking 21years in marriage. His wife wasn’t feeling it.

He wanted a celebration, she felt it was a waste. He remained loud in gratitude but his wife felt he was just being extra.

It bothered him. So they sat and had a conversation.

“I was 5 when my parents separated. Our first born’s marriage ended at 4. Tola, my elder sister was divorced in the 1st year. None of my uncles or aunties made it to 10. You know my story. You and I were not expected to hit 5. Every year, in every fight, in every conflict, there was a foreboding fear – this was it. Every time you were upset with me, every time I found you in a mood, I had doubts. But we kept talking, we kept resolving our issues, and with each resolution the fear dissipated, I learnt new skills, I gained confidence. And today, we are here. It’s huge for me.”

His wife used her index finger to stop a tear drop. She had forgotten his family history.

“My parents marked 42nd last year. Grandma and grandpa celebrated 60th before they passed. Longevity in marriage is common in my family. I could almost take it as hereditary.”

“It’s why 21 is not a big deal to you.”

“It’s why I couldn’t identify with your noise.”

“It’s not noise, Clara. I’m just grateful.”

“I’m sorry, dear. I assumed 21 was a given.”

“Maybe to you, it’s not to me.”

“I get it now.” She sighed. “I still may not be able to catch up with you in hyping this but I will make it count in the best way possible.”

David told Michal, “I was dancing before the Lord who chose me above your father and his family and appointed me as leader of Israel. So I am willing to act like a fool in order to show my joy in the Lord.”

If they choose to scream over a RAV4, and you can’t understand because you have 2 Bentleys in your garage, let them be.

If they splatter their page with their meals and fill their status with their new clothes, leave them alone.

If you find their excitement about their love affair irritating, then stop buying data or click Unfollow.

You don’t have the full gist.

You don’t know their story.

And they don’t owe you an explanation.

Allow them enjoy their moments.

It’s their dance, not yours.