July 2, 1966 was one of the hottest days on record in St. Louis, Missouri. At 2:00 p.m., in the church were I was raised, Bill and I were getting married. Everything about the wedding was perfect--no wedding disasters. We were living in the moment, no thoughts about were we would be 51 years later.
Last year we celebrated our 50th with friends and family at a local wine garden. It was a lovely time to remember our beginnings and enjoy the company of those who have been an important part of our life together.
Through the years we have changed--He has less hair, I have real gray, and we both have a few more pounds. Beyond the physical changes we have a deeper affection and appreciation for each other. We truly love each other more today than, we did yesterday and less than we will tomorrow. That's what marriage is all about--something we didn't know in 1966, but so glad we stayed with it to find out.