Forty Years

Today, we’re at a family thing back in the town I grew up in. It’s my parent’s wedding anniversary – amazingly, they’ve been together for forty years now.
I find that really quite amazing – don’t get me wrong, I’m really pleased for them – but bloody hell, forty years. To me, that’s damn scary, just the idea of being with one person for that long. Maybe it’s just something you eventually grow into, I don’t know.
Still, fair play to them, they’ve stuck together and done a pretty good job of it. It fuddles my brain, but that’s fine too.