We all zipped across the country yesterday to join the LaTorre clan in New Jersey to celebrate the fiftieth wedding anniversary of Craig’s parents. They are renewing their vows today. I can’t think of a more important thing to dash off and do than help celebrate a marriage that has passed the test of time.
We haven’t been home to Sparta in six years. The last time we were here we had just moved to Arizona and Jack was a tyke. When we lived in Connecticut we were able to travel here easily and often. It was a wonderful feeling driving through the old neighborhood where Craig went to high school. Memories of us dating and planning our wedding became clear and enjoyable. I remember college breaks coming here, and many Christmas celebrations when the children were very young. There was a time when Dad walked in on Craig and I kissing, that was so embarrassing. It is an occasion that makes me smile from a deep antique place. Racking up memories is a benefit of being middle aged, while pulling them out to have a look now and then is rather fun. I see the storage shelves I helped paint when I was twenty, a curtain I sewed a few years later, a sofa purchased where I tagged along for the shopping trip, a painting I have always admired, and the sound of antique clocks chiming and keeping time in every room. I think that’s what I like the most about this place, the sound of the clocks. We ate dinner up on the deck, perched high in the tree canopy overlooking Lake Mohawk. It is all so familiar.
It is such a comfortable feeling to come home. I am just realizing it is not the place that is most significant, but how it triggers happy memories and reminds me of how much life we have lived. And most significant of all: there’s been a lot of family love shared here. I have to believe where love is given a memory is made, to keep for always. We’re going to make some memories today!