totallyjeneric

Today is a special date: 28 years since my parents first vowed to love one another as husband and wife.  But it is also a very ordinary day in 28 years of marriage and counting.  This morning they woke up as usual, my mom got ready for work, probably fixed my dad’s hair as they were waiting for the elevator, and by 6:33am they were in the car en route to the hospital.  This evening, my dad will probably line the stove and prep ingredients for dinner, then as it gets close to the end of her shift, he will cook all of it–except for the rice.  When the phone rings and she’s ready to go (hallelujah!), he will push the ‘cook’ button and head out to pick her up.  Because he knows that she likes her rice hot.  And so they can eat together.  Mom and Dad, thank you for teaching me that the strength of a marriage is not measured by flowers and chocolate, fine jewelry and fancy restaurants.  Instead, it is demonstrated in very ordinary ways… knowing each other’s likes and dislikes, serving one another daily, being faithful in the trivial and unseen.  Thank you for assuring me that it is normal to drive each other crazy 20% of the time, and that over time you learn one another’s buttons (but don’t necessarily stop pushing them) (but at least resolve each incident a little quicker).  Thank you for being two imperfect people who are perfect for each other… you are a blessing and an inspiration.  Happy Anniversary and may God bless you always!!