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.
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| My bouquet wrapped with lace from my mom and mom’s veils, 1313blog.com |
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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.
The Daily Batch 