On March 31, 1973 my mom and dad got married in a small community church in Colombia. naturally for my mother it has been a day of remembrance since this is the second straight wedding anniversary without him. Needless to say she hasn't been in the best of moods today.
They were never the type to brag about the number of years they were wed. Even the wedding anniversaries were pretty low-key. Dad usually would be gone for the day at work but he would always come back with a lovely (albeit inexpensive) bouquet of flowers for my mom. Heck, he even made dinner for all of us even though he would usually be tired too think after returning from work. By night's end they would sit in bed talking and reminiscing of the wedding and the first few years of being together.
Their union was certainly not without its faults. They would sometimes argue over trivial things and there were periods lasting weeks when they would not even greet one another. Twice they had nearly divorced. Yet through it all they never diminished the amount of disrespect or adoration for each other. Somehow they would overcome their differences and they each grew stronger due to it.
In a day and age when some marriages don't last 34 months (or in very rare cases 34 hours) it's reassuring to know that they would've continued to humbly celebrate a few healthy decades together.
It was nice while at lasted. I honestly don't know what else to say beyond that severe understatement.