Two things in particular have stuck in my mind since
childhood. They were spoken by my
parents, then acted upon. When I was
twelve, I asked my mother how she knew she still loved Dad. After all, I assumed the romantic butterflies
had faded. She said, “love is a choice
you make every day when you wake up.” I
also remember hearing my dad tell my brother and I, very matter-of-factly (with
no meanness whatsoever) “I love your mother more than I love you.”
For 14,610 days, they have chosen to wake up and love
one another. They have lived a life
putting one another first, over everyone else.
As they should! They have made
tough choices and sacrifices. They have never had brand-name everythings and gigantic paychecks. Yet they both consider themselves blessed beyond measure. They've been able to travel the world together. I love that after 40 years, they are still one another's best friends and favorite traveling companions.
Oh sure, they have had moments of being annoyed by
one another. But I can probably count on
one hand the number of times I ever heard them fight. But I remember one time in particular, cross
words were spoken. Not only did they
make up and the offending party apologized, the offender actually apologized to
my brother and I as well. The apology
was not for fighting in front of us. It
was for acting disrespectfully toward our parent and for not cherishing their
spouse. The fight lasted a matter of
minutes and was instantly followed by the apology. The craziest thing about apologizing to my
brother and I is that we were already adults.
The example these two are of choosing love daily is
mindblowing. The thing I find equally
impressive is how easy they make the choice on the other person! Each would probably credit the other with
making the marriage easy. I’ve never
thought either of them was struggling to love one another. He still thinks she’s the most beautiful
woman in any and every room. She still
thinks he’s the kindest, most generous man she’s ever known. I think they’re both right.
Happy Anniversary.
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