This past weekend, our family drove up to my grandparent's lake for an anniversary celebration. My upper 80's grandparents have been married for 60 years. That's a LONG time for a marriage to last, especially in our day and age.
Four generations convened at the lake to express our appreciation for their lives of love to each other. Though not all of the family were able to come, my parents and several of my aunts and uncles and cousins were there. We displayed family pictures and reminisced about times long ago. We took our childen around the lake and hiked down the creeks and up the rocky slopes that we had explored as kids. We sat around playing games and chatting. We ate and ate and ate some more. We attended Grandpa and Grandma's traditional church service, and afterward, we celebrated their dedication to each other.
Grandpa and Grandma are so sweet together. I pondered and watched Grandpa assist Grandma out of the vehicle as we arrived at church on Sunday morning. His help, though not as gentle as it used to be, was a small way of expressing his love for her. Petite and frail, Grandma struggled to her feet when the preacher announced their celebration luncheon. Her eyes showed the pride of belonging to her man for such a long time. I was touched by their lifetime of commitment to one another.
I'm pleased that we took the time to honor our ancestors who have been tending their garden for a long time.
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