65 years later and they still make each other laugh. They still look at each other with love in their eyes. And there's something more. A knowing. They know each other. Not the way I know Bryan, and I like to think I know Bryan inside out and all around. But they know each other in a way that one can only know another person after spending 65 years together.
They've been through a lot. A lot. Cancer. Stroke. War. And then the normal stuff that every couple faces. And they are amazing. I love that you can see the compassion they have for one another written on their faces. It's a secret language that can only be acquired through years of experience.
Papa isn't doing well. He has his good days. He has his bad. But yesterday was a great day. He laughed. He drank a glass of wine. He had a nice dinner. And he ate some cake. He showed us all that the key to 65 years is not only love, but knowing two very important words: "Yes, Wilma."
Papa can have troubles with numbers and words at times. Mum-mum does her part to help him get things right. So, when Papa wished Mum-mum a Happy 195th Anniversary she posted signs by his bed reminding him that they have, in fact, been married for 65 years. Papa thought this was a hoot and got a kick out of telling us about his flub. When Bryan told him that would make Papa 200 years old, Papa thought that was the funniest thing... I love hearing Papa laugh. I love seeing Mum-mum's face when she hears Papa laugh.
Mum-mum asked him if she was the same beautiful bride he married 65 years ago. He chuckled and said, "Yes, Wilma." I would venture a guess that he meant that with every fiber of his being. When they look at each other. When they share a moment that the rest of us can only be blessed enough to be witness to, you see the blushing bride and the dashing groom they were 65 years ago.