Today is my parents' 37th wedding anniversary. Thirty-seven. I thought I misheard my dad when we were talking earlier in the week and I said, "Twenty-seven?? or Thirty-seven??" He replied, "How old are you, Lindsay?"
Duh.
They said "I do" on a cold evening in November in Cincinnati, Ohio. The only other thing I really remember about their wedding story is that my mom's bridesmaid's hair caught on fire from the candle she was carrying as she walked down the aisle. I'm sure there were other highlights. ;)
They've raised seven perfect kids ;) -- four boys and three girls. They've shown us through their actions how to love our spouses wholly and how to resolve conflicts quickly.
My dad still goes to my mom's car door first to open it for her before she gets in.
My mom always knows the perfect time to brew a cup of coffee for my tired dad as he works late into the night.
My dad was always quick to correct us kids when we'd talk back too harshly to his bride.
My mom still puts whole garlic cloves in her spaghetti sauce for my dad to find and eat.
My dad was always quick to correct us kids when we'd talk back too harshly to his bride.
My mom still puts whole garlic cloves in her spaghetti sauce for my dad to find and eat.
They roll their eyes at each other, and sneak kisses more often.
They are "Nana and Papa" to almost 10 amazing grandchildren.
Marriage was created to be a beautiful picture of the loving, grace-filled relationship between Christ and his church. In a world filled with divorce, hatred and ugliness, I'm eternally grateful for my parent's marriage, which, while flawed by sin, is still a beautiful example of that.
Happy Anniversary Mom and Dad! I love you!
