Yesterday, your Mom and I celebrated 55 years of marriage. It indeed is a milestone. In this day of cell phones with texting, e-mails and instant voice communication, it was gratifying that we received all the congratulatory wishes. Thanks to all!
It seemed right growing up in a small town where everybody knew each other.
It seemed right to meet your Mom in high school and “go together” during the high school years.
It seemed right to go on to college always with the support of your Mom. It seemed that there would always be a future for us.
It seemed right to marry your Mom. I think it was meant to be.
It seemed right to raise a family. 5 children? Who would have guessed?
It seemed right for me to pursue an Engineering Degree. It fit! I was slightly anal retentive and good with numbers.
It seemed right to live in old houses. Then there were the cottages, condos, boats and cars.
It seemed right. The graduations, marriages, the grandchildren and the great grandchildren.
It seemed right that Nana and Grampa got to share our growing family.
It seemed right to retire early not because I was tired but because the challenges of working had disappeared.
It seemed right to celebrate 55 years with the one who has always been with me, your Mom.
It seems right to thank your Mom for sharing the journey. She remains the love of my life.
Love,
Dad