It’s mom and dad’s anniversary tomorrow.. They have been married soooo long…its unbelievable. You’d think by now they would think like one person. Not so my friends. They are two completely different people. Mom is picky, as dad says, and dad doesn’t pay attention to detail….so mom says. I could tell you some stories that would make you howl with laughter…cause what these peeps call fighting is really a TV plot for a situation comedy. Yet they are dead serious. Yep, they have been married for 43 years.
There, they were married on December the 4th 1971. They didn’t have a pot to tinkle in either. The term poor as church mice comes to mind. The first grocery shopping mom ever did, came to the momentous sum of $50.00. She got groceries,muffin tins and of course a pot to tinkle in and those type of things because they were just starting out and had….well, not much. Dad had a small dickey bird when he found out how much the groceries were. Mom still remembers…dad said, “Good heavens,(polite version), do you think you married a rich man?” Poor mom…hehehe…this was her first time shopping for groceries….she was embarrassed.
Forty three years later and some things have changed. They are no longer as quick and active as they were. Their bodies show the time that has passed since that first wedding night. I wonder when dad looks at mom, if he sees the young woman he married. Dad would never say. Whatever they have together, works for them and they are happy.
In tomorrow’s post I will tell you the winning name for my race car from the poll.