We celebrated my grandparents' sixtieth wedding anniversary this past weekend. It was such a special day, and I am so thankful I was able to celebrate it with them. These two have meant so much to me over the years. I have loved hearing their stories and seeing the hand of God in their lives ever since they were children. I enjoy each and every minute I get to spend with them. I have cherished each long hug or each letter if I was away from them. I treasure the advice they have given me and will continue to give me as I get older. I long for the day when my grandma can approve (or not) of the man I want to marry because she seems to have a sixth sense when it comes to that. I will always and forever hold fast to the memories I have with them. As I was thinking about a 60th wedding anniversary I just thought about how long that sounded. I cannot even imagine being with someone for that long, but I have not found the person that I want to spend my life with yet. And, as my mom reminded me, 60 years doesn't seem so long when you think of being married to them for eternity not just "until death do [you] part." I love these two so much, and I cannot wait until I find that one person for me that I want to spend eternity with. I can only hope to find someone I love as much as these two love one another. Thank goodness Grandpa was so persistent and kept giving Grandma that engagement ring back each time she gave it back to him because I cannot imagine life without them both!
P.S. I did the flower arrangement, boutonniere, and corsage for this event, and I am ever so thankful that the flowers I ordered were good and that they all turned out okay!
