"I give this marriage five years," said my mother in a fit of pique shortly after our wedding on November 9, 1963.
Well, she was wrong.
Today is our sixtieth anniversary--married for three-quarters of our lives. John had just turned twenty-one; I was twenty and my parents had to sign on our marriage license.
We've made a good team, all these years. Like the trees in the photo, we have grown together--while still giving each other space.
Sixty years of marriage; almost fifty here on the farm. We're pretty good at keeping on.
No, we don't have any special plans, aside from a rather extravagant meal (Maryland crab cakes, filet mignon, asparagus, baked potato, and salad) prepared here. When you're where you most like to be, doing what you most like to do, every day is special. Just another day in Paradise, as we often say.