50 years…

It’s so hard to think about how my life will be in fifty more years. But I’m faced with that prediction as a result of my grand-folks’ 50th anniversary last night. It was super nice. Reminds me of how wonderful my family is. Sincerely. And how truly happy I am to see Whit as a part of it. She’ll have to get used to everybody (seriously – everybody) mispronouncing her name. It’s the burden of an Aanestad (or Ånestad). Sweet name. Awesome family. Have to spell it when somebody asks you. Especially now since we’ll be pronouncing it correctly 😉

Anyhow. 

What will fifty more years bring to me ‘n’ Whit? How will we change? I’m only 24. I can’t imagine myself at 75+ and Whit at 70+. I’m sure I’ll still think I’m funny and she’ll be unleashing her pester balls upon the living world. But I hope we’re as sweet as my grand-folks. They love each other more than they did on their wedding day a half-century ago. And that’s what I hope for Whit and me. Wow. That gave me goosebumps.

So. Even though grandpa accidentally called her ‘prospect.’ And my family full of relentless teasers followed suit. She wants to stick around. Can’t blame her, really. We are awesome 😉 HAHAHAH!

Nevertheless. I love that Whitney essSpinelli! Can’t wait to make her an Aanestad for good. Pray for her – she’ll be stuck with me! 

4 Responses

  1. whit Says:

    old people don’t release pester balls, silly!

    they teach the next generation 😉

    mwa ha HA!

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