Hoping For 50

My sister has had almost 32. I've had almost 25. My parents only got 28. Tomorrow Jerry's parents get to celebrate 50.

50 years of marriage. Amazing. And honestly, there were times I thought this day wouldn't come because of some of the health issues Jerry's Dad has dealt with.

50 years of love, children, struggles, fighting, laughter, tears, loss, seasons, holidays, weddings, graduations, funerals. 50 years of life. Amazing.

50 years of being committed to sticking together no matter how dark the days get. 50 years of choosing to love no matter how irritated you are. 50 years of speaking volumes with just a glance. 50 years of comfort given by a single touch.

I am hoping for 50. Not that I think we won't make it that far because of life struggles, but more because I know that life is sometimes cut short. My parents only had 28. I don't want 28. I want 50. And even 60.

Jerry made a video for the anniversary party. As I watched the pictures flash by from their dating days to the days where they held their grandchildren, I couldn't help but wonder what our pictures will look like. What will it look like for me to hold my grandchildren? What a fun thought.

Tomorrow will be so much fun. I am excited to be related to someone who is celebrating 50 years of marriage. That is not so common in this day of flaky commitments. Grand day, indeed.