Today, my parents celebrate 55 years of marriage. They got married in 1965. To say that they're the best parents Sis and I could ever have is a major understatement of the universe.
My Mom and Dad…
This was the example, the standard, the set high bar for my future relationships: equal partners, communication always, decisions made together, hanging out with other married couples.
Unfortunately, neither I nor my sister didn’t get to experience that.
I know we're lucky.
Not many of our friends growing up can say they love hanging out with their parents.
But we do.
Not many of our girlfriends growing up can say “I want to be like my Mom when I grow up.”
But we did.
My parents’ friends would always tell them that I favored my Mom, but I never saw it.
Until one day, I did.
We have fun together—there was and still is so much laughter when we get together—and we ate meals together as a family (even though my Mom hated to cook) that I never really wanted to leave. Sis left at 18. Voluntarily.
But I was forced to.
At age 25. LOL
I can’t imagine my life without them in it and yet, I know I will have to at some point. Honest to God, I hope they go together because I don’t want to have to grieve twice.
To say that they're the best parents Sis and I could ever have is a major understatement of the universe.
I want them around for another fifty-five years, but I know that won’t happen. So, I’ll just say, thank you. For...EVERYTHING.
Here’s to another ten years. At least.
Love you, Mom'n'Dad.
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