43 years ago today, my parents were married.
How, you ask?
Oh, it was the traditional Baptist wedding. Lacy white gown. Black tux. Sweet country church. (That my sister and I grew up in...in case you were wondering.)
But how did they meet?
Well, they went to school together.
So, naturally, they must've met through friends, or through church, or through their pastor.
But since my Daddy was Methodist and my Mother was Baptist and since my Daddy was from Saucier and since my Mother was from Woolmarket, where HER daddy was the pastor (which in case you don't know, was kind of a big deal), they met through other means.
My Mother boldly, while with another date at a high school dance, winked at my Daddy.
Do I think that's nuts?
(Have you MET me? YES! I think that's absolutely, totally, out-of-this-world CRAZY!!! Am I grateful? Well, yes. I kind of adore existing in this beautiful, whacked out world. So....)
Here we are. 2012.
And my Daddy and my Mother have stuck it out, for better or worse, through sickness or health, till death do they part.
And boy, are my sister and I thankful!
Not only do we exist, but we also have learned what it feels like to see love as a decision as well as a beautiful teenage emotion.
Good job, Kent and Cathy.
Much better than I could've done, no doubt. :-)