We celebrated my parents’ 38th wedding anniversary yesterday. My mother says 39, my father says 38. I’m more inclined to believe my father, because his memory is still sharp as a tack at 76 years of age. My 63 year old mother, on the other hand, can’t even remember where she’s at half the time.
Whatever the number, it’s a long time. In my mother’s defense, I think it’s just assumed that after so long, you’re going to lose track eventually. Heck, J and I have been together for 11 years and I have a hard enough time keeping that straight.
What’s even more remarkable is how they genuinely still like each other after all these years. They still hold hands and cuddle together and lean on one another. My dad absolutely adores my mom and my mom would be completely lost without my dad.
And so we prepared dinner in celebration. I have no idea what kind of gift to buy for them, but I know they like to eat. Grilled t-bone steaks and bacon wrapped chicken. Green bean salad and macaroni salad and mashed potatoes and sweet rolls. Ice cream cones for dessert.
Happy 30-something anniversary. Hopefully, there’s many many more.