Today is my son and daughter-in-law’s fifteenth anniversary. They, with their nine-year-old son, are the part of my family that moved to another state this year, and it’s the first time we haven’t been able to take them out to dinner, or send them out while we babysat our grandchild. I have thought of them all day, and all the fun we’ve had through the years together. They’ve helped us so many times, and we’ve helped them too. My husband closed a retail business several years ago, and weekend after weekend; they came to the store to help clean it out, to get it ready to close. We have kept our grandson countless days, and then weeks at a time, for just fun, and sometimes when family tragedies created the need. We have cooked for each other, joined each other’s friends’ lives, traveled together, laughed and cried together. I am so proud of them and their committed lives together, and miss them a bunch.
When my son was young, he played often with the little people toys of Fisher-Price. One of those favorite people was the little red-haired girl. Is it fate that he met and then married a red-haired girl, or did that earlier sweet connection create the later attraction? Funny how life goes, isn’t it?