My amazing parents have been together for 58 years of their lives. 58 years ago today, they were married in my grandparents’ parlor, in front of the Christmas tree in the bay window. Imagine–58 years of loving each other, going through all the hard times and good times and everything in between.
It is a testament to love, endurance, tolerance, faith, knowing when to speak up and when to be still, when to laugh or cry, or just BE. I am in awe of this marriage, which has been my foundation and my strength for all these years. To this day, they speak to each other with love and kindness, respect and clarity, thoughtfulness and caring, and always build each other up. It has truly been a ‘for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, in joy and in sorrow’ all these years. They know what makes each other tick, they understand who they are married to, and what kind of people they are.
The Crankee Yankee and I have been married over 11 years, both second marriages. His parents were much like mine, and conducted their lives and marriage in the same way. The Crankee Yankee and I grew up with love and support, always knowing that the arms of our parents were around us. They raised us to be adults, able to live and survive on our own, and for that we are both grateful.
My personal glass is raised in respect and joy to my parents, and to all couples who share their lives together.