30 Years

Today is my parents’ 30th wedding anniversary. Thirty perfect years of matrimony, problem-free and nothing but bliss. As one would expect, right?
The past several months have had my reflect on my own marriage.  M and I will celebrate our fourth anniversary in exactly a month (because if it’s not a multiple of 11, we Fryers can’t remember it*). ?Which, frankly, is an odd thing to admit. Then again, I can’t seem to admit how old my kids are, and neither are in double-digits yet.

This summer our family dealt with a very annoying health issue. Nothing serious, but extremely tedious. M would apologize when I had to take care of her, but I didn’t think anything of it. It’s just what family does for each other. Same as when you have to clean the dirty diapers and get woken up by kids having accidents in the middle of the night. You don’t think about just what it is you’re doing, you just take care of the person.

I call it a familial love.

There is romantic love, for sure. And I love my homemade carnitas and salsa. But romantic love can be swayed by circumstance and reason. Love of food is always fleeting (who knew it’d run out?)

Familial love is always there. Because no matter what, you will care for that person you think of as family. I don’t care if I have to deal with unattractive medical issues, I will be there for my wife. My parents put up with countless acts of my adolescence and still they were willing to see me off on my adventures and hold me when life was awful. I have and shall again drop everything to take care of one of my pseudo-brothers is in trouble.

My parents have had that for over 30 years. Three entire decades of love and support no matter what life throws. I’m sure they’ve been through far more than I know about, which I’m also sure was their intention. They passed on those traits of quiet loyalty very directly to me.

I love my parents very much, and they deserve all the best in the world. I think they found it in each other. Strength to be apart and to stay together is an amazing thing. That utterly invisible, intangible bond is the most direct feeling of the divine that we humans can get.

That love my parents solidified thirty years ago, as wonderful as it was when it happened, has managed to grow immensely without losing any strength. It has gone this far,

And it’ll only keep going.

Happy Anniversary, Mom and Dad.

We all wish you the very best.