I’m just back from a round trip back home to Somerset. We left just after lunch, with me having preached and presided this morning, to head up to the Mendips to help celebrate my parents’ 40th, or Ruby, Wedding Anniversary. There were a few old family friends there that I hadn’t seen since I was no more than a child (maybe I saw one or two when I was university age), and it was good to catch up with them adult-to-adult. There were also family there that I hadn’t seen for a couple of years, and local folk who I see once a while. All of them there to help celebrate the 40 years my mum and dad have been married to one another.
I am very grateful for the stable family home they have given me and my sister (even if I didn’t always act like it at points in my childhood!), and the model of marriage that they have put before me. As my dad heads into retirement later this year (my mum has already retired) I’m glad they will have more time to spend together after 40 years in which Dad has only ever seemed to do jobs that have kept him far busier than any 9-5 work would have done.
Once upon a time such long marriages were celebrated because living long enough to reach that point was not all that common, and nowadays it feels like they are rare because so many marriages end in divorce. It’s good to celebrate the successes of life, even those of your parents, and I look forward to celebrating again when they celebrate 50, 60, maybe 70, who knows, maybe even 80 years together! I also look forward to later in the year when, in much quieter fashion, Mrs Nomad and I celebrate 5 years of marriage.
Whatever you have to celebrate in your, or your friends’ or families’, life, travel well.