Wouldn’t it be nice? Fifty-four years after we married, it still is.

Everyone was so younger. I see this, not just in my brain but in the wedding day pictures. But I didn’t see it then. There is my mom, younger than my youngest daughter is now. And there’s my father, only 44.

I was 20 the day I was married. My husband was 21. We have been youngsters, I imagine now. We have been developed-ups, I thought then.

“Wouldn’t it be nice if we have been more mature? Then we wouldn’t have to wait around so very long,” the Seaside Boys sang in excess of and in excess of the summer months of 1966. I sat in the car or truck with my head on my long term husband’s shoulder — this was in advance of bucket seats and seat belts — and every single time that music performed on the radio, I would sing together.

In June of 1967 my spouse-to-be, who labored for his father in the spouse and children vacation small business, emptied his saving’s passbook and put a down payment on a household future to his family’s property. We acquired an affordable kitchen desk, a Broyhill French Provincial sofa with a matching chair from a home furnishings retail store in Quincy, and I purchased a pink bedspread at Nobrega’s in Cambridge to brighten up the double mattress, portion of my bedroom furniture, which I would be taking to my new home.

People married younger in the 1960s. In a number of years this would improve. Far too late for us, we joked then. We missed the sexual revolution, we joke now. We have been in this kind of a hurry to be married. “You know it’s gonna make it that much far better, when we can say goodnight and stay collectively,” the Beach Boys sang. And we thought them.

I was a senior in higher education on semester crack the working day we were married. “What if there’s a blizzard? Why don’t you wait right until June?” pretty much everybody reported when we selected January. June was the reasonable option. But we weren’t reasonable.

When January 20th dawned warm and sunny, I wasn’t astonished. I didn’t worry about the climate back then. I didn’t imagine people today skidding out of regulate and slamming into trees due to the fact of me. I was not but a worrier. I wasn’t who I am nowadays.

When I walked out of my childhood household, down the cement front steps where I experienced posed for numerous occasions — First Communion, confirmation, graduations, proms — I didn’t think that THIS event was not only the most important but the previous to be captured on these actions. And I didn’t take be aware that for this final time, my father was not behind the digital camera but in the photograph.

I seem at this image now. Equally my father and I are coatless my father is holding my arm. I seem content, eager for the upcoming. My father appears uncertain. As if he knows that the climate, that all of it, all of everyday living, is out of our control.

“Until death do us portion,” the boy I married and I vowed to every other, fifty percent a century back, not knowing just about anything about death, and even less about existence.

On our 25th wedding ceremony anniversary, we renewed these vows. And standing at the altar the 2nd time all around, just the two of us, no bridesmaids, no groomsmen, we claimed yet again, “Until loss of life do us component.’ And this time the text experienced this means.

Now it is our 54th wedding day anniversary and listed here we nevertheless are. And though every thing has changed — the persons we know, the new music we pay attention to, the way we listen, Television set, videos, manners, the way we all reside our life in this crazy, unpredictable planet — it’s the two of us who have improved most of all. What remains of the boy and girl we were being, only the two of us can see.

“Maybe if we believe and wish and hope and pray It could appear true. Baby, then there wouldn’t be a one issue we couldn’t do.”

I review the wedding ceremony pictures and this Beach Boys’ music is in my head.

“Oh, we could be married (oh, we could be married) And then we’d be pleased (and then we’d be delighted) Oh, would not it be wonderful?

And I assume, they did not lie.

Beverly Beckham’s column appears each individual two weeks. She can be reached at [email protected].