We spent the weekend at home with family, celebrating my parent’s 50th wedding anniversary.
The weather this time was beautiful – one of those picture-postcard days in late summer. Not too hot, not too cold. Fluffy clouds in a brilliant blue sky. Apparently, this was not the case the day Mom and Dad got married. 1957 was pre-air conditioning, and it was beastly hot. Mom recalls that the reception hall became so warm, the icing started melting on their wedding cake.
The family gathered for a dinner at a local restaurant – all five of us, with assorted spouses and kids. Dad’s sister Jeanne joined us, too.
It was a wonderful evening of laughter and reminiscences. And it was a blessing to be able to have the celebration. Many never are able to do so.
So, to Mom and Dad, and to family.