thirty

My mom always loves to tell the story of how my parents met. They were teenagers and  both working as janitors after hours at a business. Mom saw Dad the first day and said to her girlfriend, “I’m going to marry him”.  She was right.

Thirty years ago today, my parents were married. They married in a small church and their reception took place in my grandparent’s backyard. Their wedding cake was a sheet cake. The keg was flowing. The day was perfectly them – my mom wore her hair down and in the photos from that day they looked incredibly happy.

Seven months later they had a daughter. Five months after that they bought their first house – moving in with just a mattress, crib, and a cooler for food. Three years later they added to their family with a baby boy.

Over the past thirty years they’ve reached ups and downs. Fortunately the ups outweighed the downs. They made the most of everything and raised two wonderful grown children.  They grew up together and still enjoy each other’s company after all these years.  Thirty years from now I hope someone can say the same about me.

Happy Anniversary Mom & Dad!