Half a century, that.
I haven’t even had the pleasure of existing (i.e. breathing, panicking, popping Prozac, breathing again) that long yet. But there go my parents, celebrating the grand 5-0 of anniversaries today.
Yeah, well, I guess that’s what love and stubbornness, patience and faith will get two rather remarkable souls.
A hearty congrats to them both!
*the four-legged, furry muse scowls, and promises swift, messy retribution, as a bag of confetti is dropped ceremoniously on her head*
Party on, dear parents!