Today my parents celebrate their 55th wedding anniversary. Or 56th. They couldn’t remember.
Regardless, I’m thankful for their marriage – theirs lives intertwined. Their example of selfless love for one another. My mother’s admiration and respect for my father is fixed forever upon me. And my father’s deep joy in the presence of my mother is a portrait hung upon the walls of my soul.
For what was annoying as a child – their constant physical and vocal affection for each other – is now a boon for my own marriage. I always assumed my parents wanted to be with each other more than anyone else. Even us kids. I’m thankful for that too.
55 years is a long time to love someone so close to you. But apparently not long enough for my parents.
I hope and have no doubt they will have a Happy Anniversary.