On this day, fifty years ago, I married my Sunshine.
The young girl I called Sunshine turned out to be a loving and compassionate companion, a wonderful mother to our children and now, a terrific grandmother to our grandchildren.
It has been quite a ride, with so many ups and downs and twists and turns it could make a normal person dizzy. I guess I’m not normal, because I’ve sure enjoyed it, and I’m beyond glad that we got together. Actually, I don’t know what I would have done without her.
If you want to learn how I started calling a girl named Chris my Sunshine, you might want to read “Sunshine’s Pop-top.”
Happy anniversary, Chris. You’re still my Sunshine.