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Happy Thanksgiving to all of you who celebrate it!
And as it does now and again, Thanksgiving also falls on my parents' wedding anniversary. It's their 33rd. And I've got to say, one of the things I am profoundly thankful for is that my parents love God, love each other, and love me.
It's such a simple thing. But their marriage has always been one of love and respect. They never talk poorly about each other. They always back each other up. They don't make big or controversial decisions without consulting each other. They let each other have their own space, yet they'll always help each other out. They are not just lovers, but partners and friends as well. They talk together. They make time for each other. They do things for each other. They tease each other. They help each other through their faults and revel in each other's strengths. I know they've had their arguments and their rough spots, and they've been through a lot. But I tell you what, they've been through a lot together.
(And each still thinks the other is sexy.)
Mom fusses with Dad's shirt, while Dad pretends to be chagrined. When it rains, Dad will "bring the car around." He stands a little behind Mom, with his hand around her waist, a gesture of protection. Mom remembers what Dad forgets, and sorts out his thoughts and plans for him. Dad makes solutions. Mom creates. They tell each other not to worry. They whisper things to each other. Mom bounces all her thoughts off Dad. Dad vents to Mom. They tease, and pretend to be annoyed by the teasing. They make plans. They have dreams. They call each other "babe" and they hold hands. They occupy a space all their own, of which I am only a satellite. But there is a lot to be learned by watching.
It's mundane. It isn't always perfect. But that doesn't make it any less gloriously right.
And I'll be heading over to their place in just a bit. Have a great day, everyone!