Mom and Dad started their married life in Santa Cruz, California in 1946. My Dad had just got out of the Army and they took off on the adventure of a lifetime, some people just call it "Marriage!" Wages were low in Arkansas and there weren't a lot of jobs, so when they married they decided that their best chance of a new life should start 1900 miles away in California. They were young and in love, and you just need each other and a little food to survive!
It must have been difficult for their parents. My Dad's mother was a widow and had just welcomed her son home from the war. Mom's parent's had only her to dote on, she was an only child. But if you are a good parent you realize that this is meant to be. The time has come for your child to spread his wings and fly. It would be wrong to expect anything less. You celebrate their accomplishments, you revel in their victories and you cry when they hurt.
They were a good team, always pulling together instead of apart. They loved being on that first adventure together and seeing new things. Years later when they would talk about California, there was a sparkle in their eyes. It was hard for me to understand then, now I do.