My parents have been married for 50 years. Fifty years is a lot of time to get things wrong or to get things right. They got things right. Theirs isn’t a mushy kind of love. Its a love that’s evolved over time from the giddy anticipation of their youth to an unbreakable bond born of the trials, tribulations and joys of a shared life. We couldn’t have asked for a happier and more peaceful existence for them than the one they enjoy in their retirement years. They’ve made many good friends during this time, some of whom were in attendance at their celebration this past Sunday. We enjoyed spending time with them and meeting the people they spend so much time with these days. Its well known that parents never stop worrying about their kids, but its also true that the kids never stop worrying about their parents. After this past weekend we worry a little less.
