My parents came to town to celebrate their
That’s a lotta years.
That’s a lotta anniversaries to remember.
Good thing it is always on the same day,
On our way out the door,
my hubby grabbed my camera outta my hands.
I have to admit,
sometimes I am NOT a good sharer.
However, I was enjoying the generational power shift,
as I bossed my parents around for a few minutes.
My Dad was sticking his tongue out,
and mom has a tendency to shut her eyes.
Other than that, I was thinking
“WOW! They look great!
And these are MY parents!”
Caught in action.
I was impressing upon my husband the need to have
really GOOD pictures,
not just a slew of awkward pictures,
because he had an itchy trigger finger
and my camera was on the continuous shooting mode.
Not sure if they were laughing when my
high heels plunged into the soft grass and I lost my balance,
or when I was fussing at my husband
about awesome pictures,
but, this is my favorite shot.
I love that my parents love each other.
I love that they have loved one another
for more than five decades,
more than fifty years,
more than 600 months,
more than 2,600 weeks,
more than 18,250 hours,
more than 26,280,000 minutes.
Like many their generation,
Mom and Dad didn’t have studio portraits taken
to document the accumulating years.
They were too busy trying to keep six growing kids
fed and clothed.
I was pleased with the pictures,
but found it to be a small tribute to such
a wonderful accomplishment.
That’s my parents.
Glad I kept them,