It's my parents' anniversary. And, as I write this, they're out to dinner, celebrating, just the two of them. It's #49 for them. I cannot believe it's that many years (though, given that I just turned 47 and can do the math, I shouldn't be soooo surprised, but still...).
I've been around for all but 2 of those years. And when I was in college, of course, and then 3 hours away for the first few years of my marriage, but still, I've been here for those 49 years. And I'll tell you, one thing that has stuck with me is a saying my mom has always said, "It's a commitment to the commitment."
She and Dad haven't always agreed on everything (which would be why I got to live in Spain when she was dead set against it). They've had their share of "disagreements." (She'd kill me if I had written "fights.") They haven't always done everything right (no, Dad, it's not a good idea to keep driving out of the driveway when your youngest opens the car door and puts her foot on the ground so that said Child's foot ends up dragged under the tire just enough to necessitate a trip to the ER, or No, Mom, don't clean out a closet when you're angry at all the mess and accidentally toss out all the photos of your children sitting on Santa's lap when they were toddlers). They've sometimes hit the nail on the head: Dad planning the surprise anniversary trip to Puerto Rico and Mom for arranging for that limo ride (wink, wink) on another...
They've been there for us kids, taken us places, come to our events, gave us good advice--some bad advice as well, but they've given each of us the comfort and security of knowing they loved not only us but each other.
Happy Anniversary Mom and Dad! (Where are you taking us for #50?)
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