Today we begin our journey up to Maine to celebrate (in the rain... I'm not complaining!) my parents' 50th Anniversary with their friends and relatives. People are coming from all over, and we are really looking forward to seeing everyone. I can't imagine being married that long. I mean, I expect to...
I remember my mother realizing that she'd been married longer than she'd ever been single. Can you imagine?
Pray that we all get there safely, that Mom and Dad have a great time, that we all keep our eyes open in the picture, that we have no food catastrophes and don't forget anything important... pray that we'll be in tune!
We're singing our own version of "Thanks for the Memories", rewritten with our own memories.
Here's a preview, but don't tell my parents!
Thanks for the memory
Of life at 19 Elm, of home movies on film
The climbing trees and camping trips with Mom and Dad at the helm
How lovely it was!
Thanks for the memory
Of rainy afternoons, silly camping tunes
Back to school Septembers and many happy Junes
How lovely it was!
Many's the time that we feasted
And many's the time that we fasted
Oh, well, it was swell, and it lasted
We did have fun and there’s more to come
And thanks for the memory
Of watching Eagles score (or not), of taping Dad’s nap snores
Of dinners at the table and big trips to the store
We thank you so much.
Thanks for the memory
Of 5 kids with the flu, what else could we do
But bunk-in in the living room and wait till it was through
How lovely it was
Thanks for the memory
Of graduation days, happy wedding days
And birthdays and Christmas days and anniversaries
How lovely it was!
We lived through some wild and glad times
Got stung by Dad’s honey-bees
And though we’ve also had some sad times
We’re all for one, still have such fun
So, thanks for the memories
That made us who we are
It’s been so good, so far
We really are so lucky to have parents like you two
We hope you know we love you and we know you love us too
And thank you so much.
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