Many years ago I heard a minister say in a sermon, "What is more beautiful than a young couple on their wedding day? An old couple who has weathered the storms of life together and is still happily married." We had the privilege of witnessing both this weekend.
My niece, Karen, married Phil on Friday afternoon June 8. They are both 35 and it was a match worth waiting for.
We were invited to a 50th anniversary party on Sunday evening for a couple who has been our friends for more than 50 years. Their children asked us to meet them at the church where they were married and take them to the party in the 1967 Chevelle that used to be our family car. Our son owns it now. We secured his permission and were happy to oblige. The look on their faces when they saw us pull in was priceless! Curvin drove a car like this when they were married and they were thrilled to ride in one again.
In between these two events, from Friday night until Sunday evening, we were at the cabin for our annual family weekend with our children and grandchildren. Oh yes! And our first great-grandchild.
We took a little time off Saturday morning to go over to the Home where Leroy's mother lives to introduce her to her first great-great-grandchild and take a 5-generation picture. Avery was born in January. She is the first child of her parents, first grandchild for both sets of grandparents, our first great-grandchild, and Mom's first great-great-grandchild.
On Saturday evening we crammed in one more thing, a 50th birthday party for Daryl about a month early. Some clues that you're getting old are to have your children turn 50 or become grandparents.
This weekend was a reminder that time moves relentlessly along and we're being swept downstream with it. We collected some more good memories this weekend to add to our stash. Lots to remember and more to come. "Roll, Jordan, roll."