My Mum and Dad have their Golden Wedding Anniversary today. To celebrate this wonderful event, we had a family gathering last Saturday.
Mum and Dad are truly blessed to have had fifty years of marriage. When the Builder asked Dad on Saturday night what the highlight of these years was, he thought a while, admitted it was hard to give 'just one', but said, 'the top two would be ... the birth of my firstborn, and my own being born again'.
He also told of how they first met and came to be ' a couple'. The story may or may not include a dance (which Mum and Dad insist on calling a Ball - a 'ball' being much more suitable and classy). The story also may or may not have included an admission that a certain young lady who attended that
dance ball arrived with her date, but, er, left the event with the teller of the story.
Shame on you, Mother!
Here are some photos of our evening.
Don't they look good?
My memory of folks celebrating this milestone is of really old people. But that's what perception does: everyone seemed old to me when I was young.
Here they are with mum's two brothers and their wives. God willing, it wont be too long until they celebrate fifty years of marriage too.
The two bridesmaids Mum had are here on the left. They are still really close to Mum and both live just a stone's throw from me. Love it!
To the right is my Dad's brother's widow. This was the saddest part of our time together - that Dad's brother wasn't with us.
And here's the group photo. All Mum and Dad's children, their spouses, and all the grandchildren.
I'm not sure Mum and Dad could have had a better gift than to have us all there with them.
Me an' my boys
Iona, my sister's daughter, with Katie. Aren't they lovely?
One of my nephews, Ross, and my two boys. I reckon they'd do well advertising for an optician.... they look good!
I love this photo! Ross, my nephew, Calum and Katie.
Now ... this photo simply shows my sister and myself. It does not show the hysterical laughter we'd had before we managed this one photo, showing a pair of apparently sane women....
Oh, how deceiving looks can be.
I also can't begin to tell you what the laughter was about. There are some things that are simply between sisters.
Isn't that right, Marina?