27 big ones

Today is my parents 27th wedding anniversary. They’ll have been together 29 years next week (they met on my dad’s birthday!).

I don’t know about you, but I think that’s a pretty awesome feat considering the divorce rate in our country. Sure, there have been times when I bet they felt like giving up. But what sets them apart is that they didn’t. They fought passionately (sometimes really passionately…mom, remember that time you threw a pair of dirty socks at dad while he was enjoying a bowl of cereal? because I do! nice aim, by the way) through ups and downs, through births and deaths, through extended family drama like you wouldn’t believe. They took in my uncle and his two children when they had no place to stay and consistently provided support for members of both of their families, even if it meant sacrificing things for themselves. 

I know it’s a bold statement, but in my humble opinion, they’ve managed to raise two pretty great children of their own, too. 

They lead a simple and honest life (sometimes too honest…my dad used to force me to go back and pay for .99 cent french fries when my friends that worked the burger king drive thru used to “hook me up” with freebies in high school). They work hard for everything they’ve got and they always give more than they get. With them, it’s never been about how much money we’ve had or how many wordly possessions—it’s more than that.

It’s about loving each other and their children. It’s about making a positive impact on the world through charitable giving and giving of their time. It’s about giving my brother and I the green light to follow our dreams.

If my parents have taught me anything, and they sure have, they’ve taught me that it takes a lot to make a marriage work. A lot of fighting. A lot of tears. A lot of laughter. And a hell of a lot of love.

Happy 27th Mom and Dad. Cheers to many, many more.

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