Happy Anniversary, Mom and Dad

On June 6, 1970, my parents were married. Over the past thirty five years they haven't traveled the world, they haven't backpacked across europe, they haven't lived in a huge house, they haven't owned fancy sports cars, they haven't been members of an exclusive country club. Over the past thirty five years they've needed one thing: each other. Throughout my entire childhood, I remember my parents doing their best to spend as much time as possible together (and with us kids). I remember my parents regularly having a sitter over to watch my brother, sister, and me while they went out for dinner and a movie.

I've learned so much from my parents. More than I think they will ever come to understand. I've learned that, in marriage, you don't have to constantly surround yourself with "busy" activities like hanging out all night with friends while your wife is home alone with the kids. I've learned that it is never appropriate to put your spouse down (even in jest) in front of other people. I've learned all of this by example.

My wife and I have been married for nine years now and each day is a learning experience; each day is an adventure. Of all the lessons I learn in my own marriage, the best lesson was learned early on in my life: Saying "I do" means something. It means sticking by the one you love no matter how rough the road gets, no matter how dark the storm clouds in life become. Two have become one.

Happy 35th Anniversary, Mom and Dad! Your love inspires me.