10,950 days.
1,564 weeks.
360 months.
30 years.
No matter how you put it, 30 years is quite a bite of time. Today marked my parents’ 30th wedding anniversary. In today’s world, that’s an accomplishment seen less and less. In my 23 years of being a part of their lives I have seen and experienced the good and the bad. The pretty and the ugly. The tough and the spectacular. The disagreements I’ve witnessed are far outnumbered by the number of sweet moments, kisses and hugs. I’m thankful for all of it.
I’m no expert, but marriage is a lot of work. My parents were both young when they found each other. They knew they were meant for one another – for life. They stepped up alongside one another and, with God, battled through for 30 years. Each day that passes is a gift, as it’s meant to be. They themselves are gifts to one another, as they were created to be. Their paths came together and have remained such for 30 years. With such great role models, who wouldn’t want to have that happen in their own life? I know marriage isn’t a cake walk – in fact, it’s one of the toughest things two people can endure because it’s for life…
True love lasts for all time.
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