Meet the Parents

37 years ago these two kids got married.  Five years later I joined the band.  

This is them looking adorable on their honeymoon in the Poconos.  I chose this one because my father is not wearing a beige leisure suit or much too short white shorts.

They have both told me that they are more in love with each other now than they were when they got married.  This is evidenced by the way they greet each other when they walk in the door by exclaiming “Hello, love of my life!”  Or how sometimes (all the time) my Mom looks at me and giggles, “Isn’t he so handsome?”  Or when I caught my Dad checking out her butt in yoga pants recently.  And when he noticed that I had caught him he smiled and wiggled his eyebrows at me.

They’re ridiculous and hysterical and still act like they’re teenagers.  It’s adorable.  And why my own expectations of a relationship are so great Dickens would tell me to tone it down.

Life hasn’t always been rainbows and butterflies.  The “sickness” and “poorer” sides of their vows have had their moments.  But in the end their relationship can be summed up with how my mother once explained love to me:

“Let’s say I see a really beautiful sunset.  I can enjoy that sunset all by myself.  And your father would be happy for me to have seen it.  But getting to share it with him is better.”