Yesterday was my parents’ wedding anniversary. My husband pointed out to me this morning that while it’s a well established tradition to congratulate people on their birthdays, we generally do less of that regarding wedding anniversaries. This seems a little backwards. Making it to one’s next birthday (or “fulfilling the year”, from the Spanish) doesn’t usually require a lot of effort on the part of the individual. In contrast, making it to the next anniversary often represents significantly more determination, and “fulfilling” of promises and covenants. I guess there are a lot of people who remain married because it would be too much hassle to get divorced, or because they sense that however difficult it is being married, being divorced would likely be worse.
Today (a day late–can I blame my lateness on my time zone?) I celebrate my wonderful parents, Paul and Carolyn, who arrive at their 53rd anniversary not by default or by traveling the path of least resistance, and not because they have no faults or weaknesses (it’s possible that between them they have one or two). Rather, they reach this anniversary because of their love for each other, for their children and grandchildren, and for their God. Lots of people do the work to stay married; they have done the work to stay happily, devotedly married, not by ignoring differences or challenges but by working together to strengthen their relationship through service, consistent kindness, and willingness to apologize and forgive. They are a great example to me, and a great joy in my life.
Happy Anniversary, Mom and Dad! Thank you for everything!