Thirty-some years ago, they rode the whirling machine, holding tight with change flying. Thirty-some years ago, they held tight, hoping a someday would come. Thirty-some years ago, someday seemed forever away and imminent all at once. Thirty-four years ago, my father and mother committed to a life of love and passion and service and struggle–together.
In coming days, good friends will stand in front of a crowd and make a commitment to each other. It’s been a journey I’m sure. Good things never come easy and the best rarely come without difficulty. But from what I know of my friends, they’ve done everything they can to honor God and each other along the way. They’ve talked through what it means to commit for life and agreed to step into the unknown–together.
I was back home to celebrate my parents’ anniversary in a small, belated way this past week. We returned to the amusement park where they had their first date and rode the ride that tossed the contents of my mom’s purse everywhere. Stealing a moment, they kissed and we took pictures. It was a private time between them and two of their children–all alone in the crowd but together.
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