Today is another one of those "bittersweet" days.
50 years ago today, my dad and mom were married. They had decided to get married when he was home on a quick leave. They called around to invite family and friends, and really had quite a good turnout! After a very short honeymoom, they went back to Boston where Dad was stationed while in the Navy. I have their wedding album–Dad looks pretty spiffy in his Navy duds, and my mom the starry-eyed 19 year old girl in love with her sailor! (In her size 5 dress cut down to a size 1 that was still too big–she had an 18 inch waist! And so did I–when I was 12!!! 
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But there is no party, no open house, no pictures in the paper…..because Dad passed away almost a year ago.
It’s tough, these firsts. I called Mom today and wished her a happy anniversary–after all, it is STILL her anniversary. We miss Dad, but due to his condition before he went Home to be with Jesus, we wouldn’t wish him back.
So I write this entry as a tribute to the couple that gave me life and raised me, that are a major part of who I am.
Happy 50th Anniversary, Dad and Mom.
I love you.
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when our hearts are conscious of our treasures."
~Thornton Wilder~