I just came in from my morning walk.
My devotions led me to this.
For 68 years I have been an observer, a participant, and the product of something pretty dang remarkable.
70 years ago today my Mom and Dad made some promises to each other.
The promises stuck.
We think they are going to make it.
This is a rare thing don’t you know?
I have reason to believe it wasn’t always easy for them.
I have substantially more reason to believe it is very, very rewarding.
It takes just the right combination of sweet romance and bull-headed stubbornness to pull this off.
There has to be some strong genetics just to survive long enough to make it possible.
There has to be a strong sense that you are part of something bigger than yourself.
And probably good luck.
So now they sit together and talk. They sleep in the same double bed they’ve slept in as long as I can remember. When they get afraid they put their arms around each other.
And they pray.
I have reason to believe that they pray for me.
Not every marriage is going to make it 70 years.
Not every marriage should.
But please indulge me as I live in the joy that this one did.
As our Friend called me to another stroll by the garden we were talking about Bill and Joyce. We marveled that he still gets up to make biscuits and fry apples every morning. We noted how she calls for him first and most. After several deep, emotional, humorous stories got remembered he smiled at me the way he does and said…
“Tell them I noticed.”