60 years is a pretty good start
I, Marian, having been born of goodly parents.... I could start so many of my contemplations that way. That I was loved, that I was taught, that I have been given counsel, listening, and support. That my life was shaped for the better. My parents celebrated their 60th anniversary this week, and had a wonderful party on Saturday, to which we were originally going. Because of scheduling problems with other siblings, the family party with all of their children was postponed four weeks, and we changed our tickets. If I were rich (a common and totally empty refrain around here) I would have just gone to both. I remember the family meeting when we were all together in Maryland, I think for Dad's 80th birthday. There haven't been a whole lot of times when all of us have been in one place, we're so scattered. Dad asked us what we remembered, what mattered most to us from our growing up. My answer was that we could always catch our parents kissing...