I fully intended to post this on my folk’s actual anniversary, July 5th, but as usual, life got in the way and I dropped the ball. Anyway….
My parents were married on July 5th, 1969 in what I believe was a bit of a whirlwind. They ran off to Las Vegas and got married at the Little White Chapel right on the strip. In fact, it was so fast they didn’t even stop for a picture! Legend has it that Elvis officiated the ceremony, but that cannot be substantiated at this point. However, could that be why there are no pictures??? Anyway, they scooted back to Denver, and as my Mom already had twin girls that were 4 years old, they quickly began their lives together. I came along in February of the following year and our family was complete!
Ask anyone who has been married for more than a few years, and they will quickly tell you that it’s not always sweet wine and red roses. Marriage takes work; a lot of work. I think most of us don’t realize that until we are knee-deep in it. Unfortunately, in this day and age, I don’t think people are willing to put in the work. It seems like we’ve made everything disposable. I’m incredibly fortunate and blessed that I’ve been surrounded by people who have shown me what marriage should look like, and it all starts with my parents. I watched through the years as they loved, supported, laughed and cried with each other and above all, made sure my sisters and I and all of their grand-kids were always at the top of their minds. Sometimes they would go without just so we wouldn’t and it took me a long time to see that. Much longer than it should have.
Mom was insistent that we not have a big to-do over their anniversary, but my sister and I decided that 50 years was certainly worth celebrating. So we had a small, family gathering to mark the occasion. And, as usual, my Aunt Char, Aunt Linda and Aunt Sandy made everything look awesome. Our friend Jodi did the catering and made a cake and we all had a great time. I made a slideshow with some pictures and one of their favorite songs: