Forty-nine years ago a young boy and a very young girl pledged their vows and their lives to each other. It's gone so quickly, years of moving around while Mac was in the Army, raising our daughter, finally finishing college (all of us), teaching, retiring to Georgia and here we are. I don't feel old enough to have been married that long, it seems, not like yesterday perhaps, but just a couple of years ago.
I'm a lucky lady, I'm married to my best friend and love him more now than when I married him all those years ago.
I want at least 26 more years, 75 is a nice round number and I always promised him that when I was in my walker that I'd still be chasing him around.