Happy Anniversary M & D

Today is my parent’s 64th wedding anniversary. They were married in the heart of WW II, after meeting on the assembly line at Boeing. My mother was literally a “Rosie the Riveter”, and my Dad was her riveting partner. She’s always said that he had to beg and beg for weeks to get her to go out with him, but Dad once told me it really wasn’t that hard. Sly devil...

I have one picture of them from their wedding – they were oh so young, so innocent, so full of life. I like looking at that picture, trying to imagine what they were like at age 19 and 20. I didn’t get to meet them until they were both in their 40s, and by the time I was old enough to appreciate them, they were both retired and ready to drive off into the sunset in their travel trailer.

My Dad died 10 years ago this month – the emphysema finally got the best of him. Mom has been pretty lonely ever since, but she’s held up fairly well, all things considered. I’ll have to give her a call tonight to tell her Happy Anniversary, because I know that it still means a lot to her.

And when I get home I’ll have to break out that wedding photo again – just for old times sake.