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70 years. That’s how long my grandparents have been married. That’s over 25,000 days together. That’s 51 years longer than my wife and I have been married.
The bakery that prepared their cake couldn’t believe the instructions were accurate, so they originally decorated “Happy 70th birthday” – until my Aunt corrected them, “Yes, it’s true, 70th Anniversary.”
It is hard to fathom.
They’ve lived in one town that whole time. In that one town, they’ve lived in two homes, the first one for 10 years, the second one for the last 60 years. My grandma still plays piano at her church. Grandpa is still unbeatable at euchre. They still keep up with the news and their 20 great-grandchildren. They still know all their neighbors and laugh at stories from 40 years back. They still love talking with people and they still like teasing their loved ones… with a little twinkle in their eyes.
I asked my grandpa what he remembers most from 1943 when he got married. The first thing that came to his mind: “Well, in those days we didn’t have pampers.”
The first thing that came to my mind: I wish there were more people in the world like my grandparents.