Three Decades Together
I want to tell the story of a boy and a girl, working summer jobs at a plastic factory. The boy--shy, possibly a little geeky--was studying to become an engineer. The girl, to be a teacher.
There was something about the boy that caught the girl's interest. She would take bathroom breaks when she knew the boy was on lunch, and sneak through the bathroom into the break room to talk to him. It took most of the summer, but she finally managed to get him to ask her out. Much to her parents' horror, the boy picked her up for their first date on the back of his motorcycle.
The boy and the girl both went back to their respective colleges that fall, but continued to see each other. The boy graduated, the girl went to Springfield to do her student teaching, and their romance could have ended there, but it didn't.
On May 24, 1975, the boy and the girl married. I may have gotten that story less than accurate, as it's been retold many times over the three decades of their marriage, but today, that boy and girl celebrate their thirtieth wedding anniversary.
In an age where it seems that more often than not marriages end in divorce, where many of my friends grew up with separated parents, I'm proud of Mom and Dad for making it this far. I'm sure it wasn't easy, but they've had thirty years of a solid, strong and loving marriage that I know will continue for the rest of their lives. I hope to have what they have.
Happy 30th Anniversary, Mom and Dad!