Anniversaries

My grandparents have sixty plus years of union under wraps. Five kids, a miscarriage, seven grands, ten greats, two soon to be great-greats, cancer, funerals, weddings, divorces, baptisms, winter and spring just a few moments they've seen. Words can't put it into comprehension because in order to stay sixty years there has to be a lot of love, but I know there were plenty of coming to Jesus moments too. She's dark skinned wears a hat, sunblock and an umbrella. He's high yellow, and absolutely, the coolest fellow. If you spent half a day with them, you'd be tickled silly watching them fall in and out of love in the same conversation. Godly individuals. Read the word and pray twice a day, quote scripture better than a Hebrew. My accrued time doesn't even come close to a third of theirs. Pales by comparison. What's the right mixture of want and necessity, of desire and get away from me, of forgiveness and repentance, of hugs and kisses? They make it look easy, however difficult it has been. Maybe its the Jesus in them. My cousin said we won't see this again. I asked her what she meant and she said no one stays together like this anymore. Perhaps we're witnessing the outgoing of greatness. Perhaps there's a generation forth coming saying wait'll you see us. Maybe we'll see a love grow out of necessity and reach desired heights that overcome winters, and rejoices for everything. Perhaps we've seen the greatest love of all. Perhaps its as simple as blending light and dark colors.