Today is my grandparents' 59th wedding anniversary.
When I called them on my way home from work, they wanted to tell me all about their lunch. Apparently my grandpa decided to mark the day by taking my grandma to a seafood restaurant she loves, "which is all of fifteen minutes away," she supplied. "It only took us two and a half hours," he chimed in. Their commingled laugher echoed down the line. It seems they took a wrong turn ("Your grandfather turned right, even though I told him to turn left, and of course left was the right way.") and while they have a GPS, they're not really all that good at using it. ("That damn thing kept telling us to go in a circle!") But they made it, eventually, and the lobster was delicious.
Then my grandma said, reflectively, "I remember when your grandpa asked me to marry him. I told him, 'I think if I marry you, it's just going to be one long laugh.' And you know... it has been."
They were still giggling when I hung up with them.
We should all be so lucky, eh?
