My nephew just got married this past weekend. It was a private ceremony. He’s still young but he’s been irresponsible in his life. I think he’s got four kids now. I’ve lost count. At least this time he’s married to the mother of his last two children. Maybe it will work out for him. Somehow I don’t think I’ll ever be receiving 25th anniversary invitation from him and his wife. You never know though.
I remember when my parents had their 50th wedding anniversary. We planned for it for months. Choosing which golden anniversary invitations we’d send out, and planning the guest list.
The party wasn’t a surprise. We decided to hold it in my parents home, partly because it was easier on the majority of relatives who would be attending. Most of my siblings and myself live out of town – so it just made it easier planning wise. Of course we didn’t let our parents do anything. All they had to do was prepare themselves for the day.
I hope that one day Chris and I will be able to send out 50th wedding invitations for ourselves. We’ve been married 13 years – only 37 more to go! Wow that’s a huge number to bounce around. Thirty seven more years, yeah, I think we’ll make it.
