So, today is my parent's 42nd wedding anniversary. 42 years ago my mom, a young girl from Kaysville, Utah, got on a train and followed my dad west to Chattanooga, Tennessee. I wonder if they had any idea what their life was about to become? Did they know they would live back east for more than 35 years? Could they picture their first child would be a blonde boy named Jason, and their second son named Matt would struggle with health concerns? Did my mom know her wish of having daughters would come true twice...at once? Did they envision their white home with black shudders surrounded by trees? Or could they see that far off into retirement, impending marriages and little grandkids? Probably not, but I'm sure glad my mom got on that train.
Congratulations you two romantics.