Here is a picture of my folks in 1958..  They just celebrated 50 years together....  We are in the throws of planning a big party with all the family and friends in November....  The planing is going well so far.  The thought of 50 years together ispretty hard to believe...

Marriage is one of those things that takes a lifetime to work on!  Two people living together through the mountains and valleys of life takes a lot of work on both parts to get through.  I remember during the dark times after my boys were born the stress both Jeff and I felt and how we each had to deal with that stress in our own way.  Allowing the other person the freedom to deal in their own way is huge and trying at times.   

Jeff and I found each other as teens.  He was 18 and I was 19 and we fell in love and married each other right after college graduation.  He was 22 and I was 23 when we married.  Oh the young days of marriage...  We spent most of our time trying to figure out how we were going to make it on very little money.  He was a waiter before he found his marketing job and I worked as a psych tech in a psych hospital for kids.  One of those stressful jobs even when you are 23...  We shared one car and lived in the tough part of town because it was the only thing we could afford.  But those are sweet years to remember.  There wasn’t much to take care of and even if we didn’t have much money it was only the two of us and we always knew we could at least make that work.  Crazy love