The Anniversary

They would have been married 53 years this Saturday. They were married in 1967 after being friends for 5 years. Their’s was such a love story. And I am so proud that my parents loved each other so much. They taught me what a healthy, loving relationship looked like.

I remember many years ago when my sister and I watched them walking in the yard, holding hands, smiling, laughing and obviously still very much in love. It was beautiful to see. They still argued every now and then and they still made compromises. They were both the first to say that it took work, but that the work was worth it.

And as much as I miss them both, there is Peace in knowing that they are together, celebrating this anniversary of theirs. And I know that they will be with me this weekend as I celebrate as well.

Life is short. Celebrate love every day.