Thirty years ago today my parents got married.
My dad had the remnants of an Afro, my mom had stick straight hair and wore a simple polyester gown. They were engaged for nine weeks – not a lot of time to plan a wedding by today’s standards but long enough to plan a marriage.
|My bouquet wrapped with lace from my mom and mom’s veils, 1313blog.com|
My parents follow in the footsteps of their parents; my maternal grandparents have been married for 56 years and my paternal grandparents for 62 years. As I grew up I would observe my grandparents, and the “funny” things they would do, and now that I am older I see the same things in my own parents.
They look after each other. They have stories and memories that could fill books. They do the little things; pick up the dry cleaning, make the perfect cup of coffee, prepare a sandwich just the right way. They are for each other the right fit: a partner, a friend, and a love. They still flirt with each other. They sing, and share the same music; the music of their own lives. They are fierce parents (and grandparents) and have created homes that welcome their children, and (grandchildren, and great-grandchildren). They are still very much in love; my dad proves it to me every time he makes comments on my mom’s new hair cut, toned arms, great smile.
I am so lucky to have an example of a long and fruitful marriage to look at, learn from and aspire to.
Happy Anniversary Mom and Dad, wishing you many, many more years of love, happiness, and health.