You know that anniversary dance they do at weddings? The one where all married couples pack the dance floor two by two, then they’re asked to sit depending on how many years they’ve been married. “If you’ve been married five years or less, you may have a seat. Ten years. Twenty. Twenty five.” And so on.
Our family always wins that dance. No, it’s not a competition, but to watch my very own grandparents arm in arm, waltzing together as easily as they breathe… that’s a win.
Grandma. Grandpa. You have no idea the impact your sixty-five years together have made to our family and your community. The example. The legacy. The life you’ve given us. The gift. Your marriage is a gift! It’s the epitome of God’s design
for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part.
The marriage vows that we all proclaim? That is you. You’ve been there, you’ve lived that, and you are living it. This life is hard, as you know firsthand. You’ve already buried two grandsons and a daughter-in-law with quiet strength and firm faith. Commitment. Resolve. That’s what we see when we look toward you. Well, that and a whole lotta fun!
You can’t tell any of us grandkids that the farm is any less special than Disney World itself. Growing up, there was no place we’d rather be than running up and down the cellar door, playing tag over the top of the round bales, and sneezing our heads off in the hay shed. The magic of the “dorm room” upstairs and bouncing our way down the steps. Waking up with sleepy eyes at 7am and having grandpa laugh at us because “The day’s half over!” Licking push-up sherbet pops before the flies and the heat got them first.
You wouldn’t say anything (well, grandma wouldn’t; she’s the quiet, graceful one) but I know you notice the world. The instant gratification. The entitlement. Buy now, pay later. If you don’t like it, get out of it. We know better. We’ve learned better and will live better because of you.
Ten children. Thirty-four grandchildren. Thirty-seven(?) great grandchildren and counting… rapidly. Your marriage legacy lives in us. Happy 65th Anniversary!
“To the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world.”