My dad’s parents knew each other for nearly 54 years. Met in middle school I believe. Love through out. He treated her as his equal and his partner. I got a copy of some journals she wrote a decade or so after his death and I know everyone says this about relatives in their family but I really do believe it was one of the most genuinely beautiful love stories I’ve ever read. I mean I know my own parents and other grandparents have and had a beautiful love for each other but dad’s parents just felt special knowing how far back they went and how they truly were a partnership raising kids, my grandmother helping my grandfather out with arbitration cases, etc. It sounds like Anne and Jerry had something similar.