Today — June 16, 2008 — marks my parents’ sixtieth wedding anniversary.
They were married on June 16, 1948, in St. Louis, Missouri, and through all the years they faced all the trials and joys and ups and downs and delights and tragedies that life brings us all, and they did it together. They raised four children with the same love and unfettered support and dedication, each going their own way but still a part of them, and each one making them proud of the lives they lead. They gave me so much: a love of life, the world, the arts, writing, reading, and simple pleasures such as watching a sunrise over a lake, sailing, listening to jazz, watching the birds at the feeder in winter, and a sense of duty to give back to a world that gave me so much.
I’m at an age where many of my friends have lost either one or both of their parents, and so I am thankful and blessed that I have them as a very important part of my life and in good health and good spirits.
Thanks, Mom and Dad.
(Photo by Sarah Hazlegrove.)