When I was a young girl, I would get stressed out if my parents ever had an argument. How could they break the rules of marriage? Which from my perspective had to be movie perfect… But I guess what I only came to appreciate recently was the fact that my parents never gave up. Arguments were just arguments and at the end of the day, they made sure my brother, sister, and I always had the best.
Today, my parents are celebrating thirty years of marriage. That is not a typo. You are not hallucinating. Thirty years. I have always joked that the idea of more than six months with the same person seemed horrific, but my parents have proven that it’s not so terrible.
My mother and father met in 1984, way before I was even a twinkle in their eye. Michael Jackson’s Thriller was 2 years old, Beyoncé was only 3 years old, and MTV still showed music videos. The world was a simple place, but something extraordinary was happening in the small town of Roanoke.
Before my parents became my parents, they were just two twenty-somethings who were stumbling into adulthood. They met through friends, and were shortly engaged after. If you want a laugh, my father proposed over the phone. Take that, Nicholas Sparks! To make it even funnier, my mom said no, first. Thankfully, she eventually said yes. Because most tragically if she hadn’t called back, I wouldn’t exist.
In April of 1985, they were married and began the journey of Bernard and Lorraine. My mother traveled with my dad as he finished his time in the Air Force. The two travelled to Texas and Illinois with their newborn and my older sister, Tamara. 1985-1992 is a bit blurry for me since I wasn’t there, but that all changed in July. A year later in 1993, my brother Julian was born and our little family was complete.
I would love to end the blog post here with a “and they lived happily ever after.” But I’d be lying to you! My parents had their struggles as every couple does. Raising three children, all of whom were in different stages of life, was not easy. They worked tirelessly to make sure we ate. They attended our band concerts, football games, and choir concerts. They picked us up from school. They did it all.
Thirty years. Thirty years might seem like an overwhelming amount of time, but my mother and father took it day by day. They still do. They aren’t perfect, but those two work harder than any other people I know. They’ve raised my brother, sister, and I, but still take time for themselves, and I love that so much about them. They are the most caring, loving, but also strict when necessary. They are my rock. I am so proud to be just one product of their time together. Thank you Mom and Dad, for everything you’ve taught me. Thank you for supporting me and always showing up. Thank you for showing me love. You deserve all the great things that are coming your way. Cheers to your thirty and many, many more.