40 years ago, a young woman and a young man were on the threshold of the biggest day of their lives. She was 18. He was 20. They were getting married the next day. She got her ring as a high school graduation gift. They planned their wedding in a short 4 months time.

By today’s standards, most would probably say they wouldn’t stand a chance.

On October 9, 1971, in a little country church, they said their wedding vows in front of family, friends and God. Promising to love, honor and cherish. In sickness and in health.

You may now kiss the bride.

They cut the cake. They danced their first dance. And they embarked on a life that held… who knew what.

There would be multiple homes and multiple jobs. Eventually a son and then, later, a daughter. There would be sickness. There would be health. There would be the loss of family as age and time took them away. There would be embarking on dreams, making them come true. A family business that would thrive… a husband and wife team not only at home but in the work that they do. There would be weddings of that son and that daughter. A grandson. Then a granddaughter. Faith in God and in each other… and a constant deep friendship and love would carry them through.

Tomorrow, my mom and dad will celebrate 40 years of marriage. I am SO proud to call them Mom and Dad… they are an inspiration and a source of strength. I look to them for guidance in my own marriage. They are amazing role models.

40 years is a rare milestone today, but they’ve made it. They’ve kept those sacred vows said solemnly so many years ago.

Congratulations, Mom and Dad!! HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!!

Wish I could be there to celebrate with you…
but we will make it up big time the next time I am there.

I LOVE YOU!