Yesterday was my Grandmother and Papaw’s 50th wedding anniversary. My mom and her brother (with my dad and aunt) took them out for dinner, and my mom performed a renewal of vows ceremony. Details are sketchy from 2,700 miles away, but keep an eye on mom’s blog, and I’m sure she’ll have a full accounting and pictures.
Coming up in April, my parents will celebrate their 45th wedding anniversary. And no, they didn’t get married when mom was 5, and I wasn’t born when she was 8. My Grandfather passed away from cancer when my mom was a child, and Grandmother married Papaw when mom was in college (if I’m getting my math right).
But what better living examples of marriage could I have than these two?
Congratulations to Grandmother and Papaw for 50 years!