Tonight we are celebrating the 48th wedding anniversary of my grandmother and grandfather. They have been married almost half a century. Tonight’s fiesta will be intimate, as we are gearing up for the big Five-O in two years. A simple dinner with the family, out at the beach, we’ll be watching for Mars and keeping each other and the mosquitos company.
On their 40th wedding anniversary, my mother and I took voice lessons together and learned to sing At Last, by Etta James. We sung the song to an audience of over 100 people. It was okay, best you can expect from a mother and daughter I suppose. I think it was fine. Mom still has nightmares.
I can only imagine what we’ll cook up for the 50th; maybe I can talk her into an encore.
I can not imagine doing anything for 48 years, let alone being married to the same person. Simply amazing really.
Last night I asked my grandmother how they did it. She replied jokingly, “He was gone one year.” Then everyone laughed and they looked at each other and smiled.
