Have we talked about these people?
I know we have… but I kind of can’t do it enough.
I am lucky enough to call them Mom and Dad… (or actually “Maude” and “Daddy,” because they are so awesome that you have to extend the names to fit in more awesomeness.)
Today they are celebrating 49 years of wedded bliss. And by “bliss” I mean 49 years of better, worse, sickness, health, joy, pain, windfalls, disappointments, pride, shame, mountains (literal and metaphorical,) valleys (ditto,) growth, death, laughter, tears, and all of the other messy, amazing, awful, wonderful stuff that makes up a life together.
(That isn’t even counting the things that these two stunningly attractive and brilliant people have managed to throw their way since they stumbled into the two-for-one special by checking “multiples OK” on the adoption application.)
It doesn’t matter what else I accomplish in this beyond-blessed life of mine – getting to be their daughter, and strive to put the level of work and love and commitment into my marriage and family that they have always shown for each other and for my sister and me will always be a source of pride and of inspiration for me.
Writing about them fills my heart as quickly as it fills a page:
The truth is – I could write about them every day and never scratch the surface of their story.
It’s all the little details that make it mean so much… that make up a life.
I am so happy and proud to wish them Happy Anniversary.
Every day I think I couldn’t love them more. Every day I find a way to.
Happy Anniversary, Maude and Daddy, all my best stories are about you.