No. 51
The big blow-out was last year, in honor of the big round number.
We all gathered - all 11 members of our nuclear family - at a chalet on Shadow Mountain Lake, in Grand Lake, Colorado. The kids arranged the whole thing. It was fabulous.
This year? It's just Sharon and me. At home. We talked about maybe going out to dinner. We decided instead to just grill some chicken and reminisce over a cocktail, which, to tell the truth, is more typical of a 51-year of marriage than the 50-year bash.
Not that I'm complaining. The excitement starts next week, when we light out on a trip Out West - to Red Rocks and points beyond.
(The photo, taken 51 years ago today, shows us jumping off a cliff. Little did we know how softly we would land. As for my outfit, all I can say is that that's what grooms wore in those days.)