I know a lot of people will say it doesn't count but I disagree. Fifty years is fifty years. And an anniversary is just that. So, regardless of what anyone thinks, today I celebrate my 50th wedding anniversary. As I was actually married for only half that time the celebrations will be a bit half hearted, but I no longer have the inclination for celebrations on the grand scale.
I've reflected on those 50 years and am thankful that there have certainly been a lot more good than bad. A lot. The difficult times are a mere flash in that time span. I have four terrific offspring and six grandchildren I adore. I'm basically healthy and definitely happy.
I have no regrets and firmly believe there's no point dwelling on the past and what might have been. Woulda, coulda, shoulda I call it. Who knows where any one of thousands of different decisions would have taken me? I could be better off than I am now but, then again, I could be a hell of a lot worse off, too.
I've forgotten a lot of it but still remember the bits that were important to me so that, alone, is reason for celebration. Or I think I do. Maybe I just remember the bits I choose to remember and have binned the rest. I still remember the joke one of my uncles told at my wedding reception.
Songs that were popular then have stood the test of time. Remember When A Man Loves A Woman and Frank Sinatra crooning Strangers in the Night. Pretty Flamingo by Manfred Mann. I doubt very much if today's brides will remember todays pop songs on their 50th wedding anniversary. Or maybe I'm showing my age with that comment.
I think I'll bust out some Frank Sinatra to add to the atmosphere.