Today, my parents celebrate their 25th wedding anniversary. They're celebrating with a package deal at the Hotel Roanoke, the swankiest establishment in town, a package that includes a room and two free breakfastses, as my dad says. They'll fit right in.
They're also celebrating by building a new house, and selling their old one. The latter happened much quicker than the former, though, so right now they're living in an intermediate house with five bedrooms, bad lighting, and a few mice. Still, soon they will live in their fourth and (they assure me) final house together.
The older I get, the more impossible it seems that my parents did what they did when they did it. They got married when they were 20 and 22, had me at 22 and 24, my sister at 26 and 28. They've been through 4 houses, at least 10 jobs, 8 cars, 4 presidents, 3 pastors, somewhere around 50 teachers, several deaths in the family, countless parenting issues, and who knows what else - I am, after all, just one of the 2 children they raised during all this, so I'm sure I don't even begin to know the extent of it.
I just know that 25 years is a long time, a lot of living. I don't know if the life my Mom and Dad live right now is how they envisioned it back when they were younger than I am now - probably not. But I'd be pretty happy and content if mine turns out anything like theirs has.