My parents celebrate their 49th wedding anniversary, today. That's like ten million in dog years and something to be proud of, for sure.
I know I'm proud of them; not too many people marry right out of high school and are able to weather the many storms that life throws at them. Not very many couples can survive raising three daughters, what with all the eye-rolling, temper tantrums, histrionics and blatant shows of disrespect (and that was just my older sister, ba, dum, dum. Thank you; I'll be here all week) but; my parents did it. They raised us to be decent and productive and, most of all; to be grateful for the sacrifices that they made in order to see that happen.
My parents set an example of what marriage should look like, every day; they laugh together. They argue and then they kiss and make up. They forgive each other and they accept the blame for each of their own short-comings (few and far between, in my estimation). They accept each other for who they are, encourage each other to strive for their personal best and, they show real affection for one an other.
When I was in high school, I was mortified by their occasional need to chase each other through the house for a kiss; I mean, good lord,I had friends over, what would they think? Now, I know; they thought I was lucky.
And, I was.
I am.
Happy anniversary, Mom and Dad. I love you both with all my heart; thank you for teaching me how.
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