Nearly all was good. I have witnessed the birth of our children and your strength and resolve to see me through the mayhem of the labor and delivery room. I wouldn’t have made it without you!
Our days were then filled with diapers, car seats, portable cribs and midnight feedings. Okay, I was a “little” lax on the diapers and midnight feedings, but soon they were walking and talking and potty trained. Before long, they were in school, and there was no better mentor, coach or cheerleader than you.
We always found time for horses, Disney World, 4-H and the Catskill Game Farm. Camping with the kids will long be remembered, and Keuka Lake will always have a special place.
My grandmother proudly said that her children were friends and at any gathering, she knew her sons and daughters would sit together. We have raised four great children, and you can say the same. Soon, we’ll be grandparents, and your love will reach another generation.
We have seen the sunrise from Mount Haleakala, the sunsets over the Pacific, and the view from Pike’s Peak. We have broken down in Death Valley, ran out of gas in the Sierra Madres, and sunk a boat in Lake Otsego.
Together, we found our way through war-ravaged Croatia, navigated a blizzard in the Alps, and swam with the rays in the Caribbean. We have crossed the Mississippi and dined on the Danube.
We’ve seen the evil of Auschwitz and the angels of St. Peter’s. We walked the streets of Tombstone, the bricks of Red Square, the trail to Vlad’s Castle, and sat out Hurricane Bob on Martha’s Vineyard.
Together, we have seen the shadows of Stonehenge and the hues of the Grand Canyon. We ate alligator in Key West and saw grizzly bears eating salmon in Alaska.