This weekend I'm heading to the home of my heart and heritage, the place where my Barbie dolls, playhouse, and 8 tracks still reside. My mother's sister and her husband (to me: Uncle Jack and Aunt Bog) are celebrating 50 years of marriage! I'm glad that their one daughter and two sons see the extreme value in this milestone and are giving a country "shindig" in their honor. They are not your typical family, but even as I write those words, I laugh. I don't think I have ever met a "typical" family. Each family has its own nuances , its own unique flavors and smells and weirdnesses. (Is that really a word?) Anyway, you know what I mean. Uncle Jack and Aunt Bog are of the old school that teaches you stick it out no matter what. Through Uncle Jack's father committing suicide, their two sons' divorces and all the unwelcomed baggage that comes with those situations, to Aunt Bog's breast cancer and near-death experience with a blood clot in her lungs, they stuck it out.
Now it's time to celebrate what they have lived and how they have loved! But most of all, we celebrate their commitment to God's ordained sanctity of the marriage vows. My husband and I have been married 24 years and that in itself is enough for me to realize that living with someone 50 years is twice the pain and frustration, but it's also twice the pleasure, twice the loving. Ah! Amour! Methinks it is worth the bumps in the road to get to the place of celebrating 50 years!
Very warm anniversary wishes, Aunt Bog and Uncle Jack! I'll be there with bells on!
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