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Last night I spent eight hours compiling remembrances.
Memories of a life-well-lived together. Remembrances of happy times. Beautiful snapshots of decades lived together as a family. She calls him “Beebs” and he calls her “Sweetheart” or “My Bride.”
It is my mentors’ (Mr. and Mrs. Baber) fiftieth wedding anniversary celebration next weekend and I am in charge of the video testimony.
I had to compile forty-three interview minutes down into ten minutes and it was eight hours that left me beautifully drained as I sank into my pillow at the end of a night-well-served.
Let me tell you, it is near close to impossible to cram fifty years into ten minutes of video! But it was so fun. As I wrapped myself in the embrace of Mr. and Mrs. Baber’s life together… spread out through pictures, remembered with grins and hugs, re-memoried as I quilted together their story… I was content… happy… fulfilled. I think I smiled for eight hours straight because people – they.are.so.stinkin.CUTE!
Their fifty year legacy was gifted by their parents fifty years together… and their parents parents 50 years. They are third-generation fiftieth anniversary celebrators.
Now their relational legacy has been inexorably intertwined with mine and John’s.
Their prayers, their longsuffering, their example, their remembered details of life together have become a part of the story God is writing for John and I.
As I remember back through my two and a half years of marriage to John, I cannot do so without seeing the threads of Mr. and Mrs. Baber woven all throughout it like a beautiful tapestry.
Happy Anniversary Mr. and Mrs. Baber, we are honored to call you mentor and privileged to call you friends! Love you!
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