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Willy and Wella

Grampy
and
Granny
on their
Diamond
Wedding Anniversary,
60 years, six-zero, of marriage!!!

Oh Kabunyan! With our most special beloved as of the moment, our parents slash mother-in-law or father-in-law slash grandparents are us the complete, either in spirit or flesh, eight of your offsprings, 22 granchildren (and counting) and six great grandchildren (and counting) are overwhelmed with gratitude of this bountiful life.

The tradition of celebrating a 6oth anniversary came into popularity after Queen Victoria celebrated her Diamond Jubilee. Diamond comes from the Greek word adamas which means UNCONQUERABLE and ENDURING.

A decade ago, we were clad in yellow tees commemorating the golden years of marriage of our lolo and lola. We were more particular about the exact date when they fell in love and proved that love conquers all ngem ketdi (but) the marriage that withstand all trials, the patience,
T-R-U-E-S-T  LOVE  that is,
 is one exemplar we model on as we go find our own kasapakat (partner) in life. We had the celebration at the fall of December when most of the family members were likely to be present. 


Hoping to see you all by then.  Et sapay kuma ta ma-an-andu nan leng-ag da. Bari-bari… (Praying that they will breathe to a few years more.)  















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