There are many milestones in one’s life, such as graduating from college, getting married, having your first child and all those things. Then there is getting to your 30th wedding anniversary. Today my parents have reached this milestone and it’s made me all mushy and nostalgic inside-though obviously I wasn’t there. It’s amazing to me that they’ve lived over half their lives with each other and have been through things like deaths, births, weddings, graduations and everything in between. They’ve bought houses, sold houses, created a home, created a family, raised two (pretty awesome) girls, all with lots of love and laughter. I know there have been some hard times, but I think overall, they’ve lived a pretty good life and I know I wouldn’t be where I am today without them and though I’m sure they wanted to kill me at points, I think they think I’m pretty awesome as well. That’s what parents have to do.
I suppose this is hitting even closer to home now that I’m engaged and going to be married (relatively) soon. At times, it seems like such a natural act and I knew that it was always going to be something that would happen, but now that it’s here, it all seems very surreal. Rabi and I will start our own family and have our own experiences, similar to those of my parents, but they will be our own. Though many of our friends have already taken this step, I think it’s always different when it’s yourself. Despite all these concerns, at the end of the day, I’m really not that worried. I’ve really had the best married couple as an example for my entire life and if I can do half as well, I think I will be OK. Thanks, Mom and Dad…and Happy Anniversary!
