First off, they don't read my blog, or at least I don't *think* they do. And that is okay.
I just wanted to pay homage to their marriage. Thirty seven years today* and that is getting to be a rarity.
They met in 1970 as high school juniors on a youth group hayride. It was actually a blind date set up by a mutual friend. He tells everyone that he knew he wanted to be with her right from the start. He could take her out once a week and then something dawned on him. If he went to church, he could see her. And if he joined the choir, he could see her then too. (He's so sweet.)
He played baseball in high school and even though they went to different schools, she was at the baseball games cheering him on.
(The little boy is my Dad's cousin, Robbie. He was about 4 at the time and is in just about every reception pic.)
They graduated high school in June of 1972 and were married that October. And the rest, they say, is history. I came along in '74, my sister in '78 and our brother in '84.
What they have together is amazing. Sure, they fight sometimes; nobody's perfect. But one thing that I learned from them is that you never give up on someone you love. If you value your marriage, you'll do the work that it takes to make it something special. It's not an easy ride, and there is no magic pill, but if you work at it, it can be an incredible experience. And how lucky we are, my sibs and I, to be able to have grown up with that Godly example of marriage.
It means everything to me.
originally published Oct 23, 2008 *updated for 2009