Yesterday was one of those golden days. The kind that even when it's happening, you know it's special. We celebrated my parents' 60th wedding anniversary and nothing went wrong. My four sisters and I chose not to do any advance decorating, cooking, etc. We all met at the church building 2 hours before the big event and shared a frenzy of preparation. 3 days worth at least. . .packed into 2 hours.

One sister ran over to Mom's house a half hour before and did her hair and makeup, and Mom arrived on the arm of her couldn't-be-prouder date (aka Dad) absolutely glowing. She looked like a beauty queen at 85. My dad's of the old school. He thinks he told her 60 years ago that he loved her and if he changes his mind, he'll let her know. The same thing goes for compliments, I guess. She told me later that a widower, 10 years younger than my parents, came up to them at the get-together and told my dad, "She's beautiful!"

According to Mom, Daddy looked at her kind of taken aback, then said, "I know." I can't be sure, but I'm fairly positive a giggle escaped from behind her hand when she was telling me about it. "He hasn't said anything like that to me in I don't know how long."

Here's to a repeat performance for their 75th!

After it was over, my sisters and I sent our husbands home with the kids and our parents, and cleaned up the fellowship room. We finally finished and sat down to rest for a minute. We all get together at my parents fairly often, but there's always a houseful of kids, husbands, etc. around too.

I've thought about those 20 minutes a lot since yesterday. Even though we only chatted for a short while, being together, just the five of us girls, was the cherry on top of a beautiful ice cream sundae day. I'm feeling incredibly thankful and blessed. Tomorrow may bring who-knows-what, but for today, this is enough.