Yesterday a sweet, older neighbor couple asked me why family came here on Friday, and why I celebrated our 50th wedding anniversary, since my wife Kay (in their view) is not with me. So, I explained why she celebrates on the other side, being close by, patient with me, and happy with our marriage thus far. How can I not rejoice along with her? As we know, true love is eternal.
(In summary, for the record:)
To provide heavenly entertainment, a Bountiful friend brought one of her talented daughters and the family’s vintage harp to our social room. Neighbors were also invited. Everyone loved the classical and sacred music, which included one of the teenager’s own compositions. Our gifted daughter-in-law played Primary songs on the baby grand during a break, especially for Kay. Our son surprised us with gorgeous yellow roses and an assortment of “Mom’s favorite snacks” for me to enjoy, knowing I don’t cook. Ice cream sandwiches were my surprisingly creative contribution. The restaurant dinner that followed was casual with no hurry or cleanup to burden us.
Last night, Kay’s siblings and their spouses celebrated our 50th in Holladay, Utah. (Gratefully, I always feel like a member of her loving family.) The dinner was superb, and their tributes warmed our heart. In my assigned, five-minute talk with a focus on music, I described our 51 years of dating and marriage. It was a trip with precious memories, and we knew it was Kay who made us all smile. Homemade lemon ice cream, their family tradition, was icing on the cake. How sweet it is — the time of our life!
