This is the final page of my parents' 50th Anniversary Scrapbook, though some in the middle aren't finshed.
The poem below I wrote and it reads:
Hand in hand together, we’ve walked for 50 years.
We’ve celebrated joyfully, and wiped each other’s tears.
We brought six children to this world, and watched til they were grown;
Each left to make their own way, some with children of their own.
We’ve traveled ’cross the USA, and seen a bit abroad,
We’ve worked to build the life we have, and been richly blessed by God.
And as we sit and contemplate all that we have done,
it’s more than we could fathom, when we’d only just begun