This weekend, along with his parents, The Boy and I took a little trip out east for a special occasion indeed: the 60th wedding anniversary of his godmother’s parents! That’s a diamond anniversary for folks keeping count and oh! what an honour and an inspiration it was to be celebrating the love of a couple who have not only stood by each other — and who still look at each other like newlyweds even after all those years — but also supported countless others in their community through their joint efforts.
You won’t know this (yet) because I have been woefully negligent, but The Boy and I attended 5 weddings this summer — it’s been a long stretch of busy, wonderfully full months that I’ve neglected to keep you up to date on! — but somehow… this celebration seemed like a better way to kick off my (theoretically soon-to-happen) summer wedding recap.
Weddings are wonderful things; they are joyous and hopeful occasions, full of dreams and good intentions and happy wishes from friends and family. They are also beginnings. Without downplaying the wonder and beauty of the wedding, I’m also aware of the fact that… most of the time, after that initial rush of flowers and glass-tinking, we never really stick around the celebrate the love of the couple. It’s not every day (at least in my life) that a couple takes the time to reflect on their years together, and to gather together their friends and family to celebrate that, and I think that’s a little bit sad. Needless to say, to have a couple celebrate a union that’s lasted 60 years is a first in my experience, and one I’d venture to say is pretty rare in general.
To have spent the day with The Boy’s family, hearing the stories about the couple, and watching them basking in each others’ glow was just amazing. Aside from being such warm-hearted people, filled with gratitude for family who had traveled in from all over, just watching them with each other was awe-inspiring. Every wedding ceremony I’ve attended has a section where the soon-to-be-couple are reminded that love is work, that the vows are meaningless without constant effort to keep their love present and growing with them. Seeing that kind of love, renewed in the presence of those closest to them, brought that home for me in a whole new way.
(Are you wondering if I cried? Do you even know me, Internets? Of course I cried. I started tearing up when the couple walked in to the same piece I’d chosen for my entrance as a bride. I might have been okay if the Father hadn’t made everyone take the time to keep listening to the music “to really allow yourselves to turn inwards” even after the couple reached landing.)
I feel lucky pretty much every day that The Boy and I are embarked together on this adventure. Watching a ceremony like this, however, was a very good reminder to keep that gratitude in mind more often… because the days when I don’t think of it are probably the ones when I’m the luckiest. I don’t know what our lives will look like 60 years from now, but I do know that having role models in the family, living beacons of love-filled live shared, is a wonderful thing.
Not pictured: the couple feeding each other pieces of the (delicious! red velvet) cake. Let it be known: even after 60 years of marriage, people will still expect you to behave like a newlywed when you’re celebrating, and there’s cake involved!
Congratulations Conrad and Doris! We hope to spend a lot more time with you in the future: we have much to learn, and would be honoured to have such caring and sincere teachers!