39 years – wow. This day, back in 1971, my parents tied the knot. Although, as dad sometimes says, he didn’t “really” marry my mom. Why, you ask? Well, when the preacher pronounced them man and wife, he blurted out, “Bill and Diane.” Details.
There are lots of things to love about my parents. Mom is a super party planner, a great pancake maker, a fantastic direction giver and I enjoy the relationship we share as a mother and a daughter. She didn’t really have that growing up and I’m grateful that we get along so well (at least when we’re not planning a wedding, right Mom?!) My dad never met a stranger, has the funniest “Billisms” around (that’s a post unto it’s own), loves doing little things for the people he loves and cooks a pretty mean beef tenderloin. As his only daughter, I think you know who’s tied around my pinky. It’s a real gift that they live so close and that we see them once a week or more. For seven years, our family was scattered around the country, and now we all live within 45 minutes of one another. In today’s world, that is a blessing.
To Bill and Debbie – the two greatest parents around – here’s to 39 more years. And, may this year be your best yet. Love you…to the moon and back.