Our family just celebrated a momentous occasion. My grandparents have been married for 70 years. Seventy. Years. My grandfather has been in poor health the last month or so, but his mind is still as sharp as ever.
They met on a blind date on March 10, 1943 and married on July 24, 1943. They only had about 2 months together before my grandfather shipped out to Europe to fight in World War II. And while we have the wonders of technology to stay in touch with those we love, they had only letters. My grandfather was gone for two years before he was able to come home again to his bride.
My grandmother will tell you when you ask her that, “marriage is no bed of roses”. It is for better and for worse. In sickness and in health. And sometimes when they think no one else is looking, you can still see a twinkle in their eyes when they look at each other.
My grandfather asked my husband and I to get a dozen red roses and a card for him to give his bride on their anniversary day since he’s mostly bed ridden these last few weeks. We were happy to do it for him, and the looks on both their faces when she saw them was priceless.
And what does a couple do to celebrate 70 years of commitment? Why renew their vows, of course! In the courtyard garden of the nursing home, friends and family (and a lot of the staff) gathered to witness these two renew their commitment. I’m sure you wouldn’t be surprised when I tell you there were a few tears of joy shed that day.
Happy Anniversary, Grandpop and Grandmom! You are an inspiration.