On July 5th, 1943, my father, aged 19, and on leave from the Army,
and my mother, aged 17, got married -- two only children who had
fallen in love. They were SO young -- and everyone told them it would
never last!

Well, in two days, they celebrate their 63rd anniversary in Florida,
and I can't be there, so I thought I'd do something to honor their
astonishing long-term achievement.

Today, on Coronado Island, I "rode their anniversary" in miles -- the
longest bike ride I've ever had so far. 63 miles, 5.5 hours in the
saddle, a lot of sweat but no blood or tears.

It gave me time to reflect on their remarkable life; building their
own home, raising four children, enjoying lots of grandchildren and a
few great-grandchildren as well. They are in pretty good health, they
are in great spirits and humor, and yes, they still bicker every single day.

I love them sooo much! Happy Anniversary, Mom and Dad!!!