My parents are going on almost 3o years of marriage. From only three years of marriage ourselves, I have to congratulate them for pursuing each other this long. Many (well, half) of marriages fail every day, and it’s incredibly special to come across couples still fighting to keep their marriage alive past wrinkles, empty-nesting, great years, tough years, deaths, births, arguments, hugs, changes, and overall life. I love that during our short session they snuggled in the (filthy) papasan that my dad proposed in well over thirty years ago (that I’m sure he won’t let my mom get rid of because of the sentiment). They walked the beach in front of their first home where they held their wedding reception, where we grew up as kids, and where they started their life together. I hope to see them last on the dance floor thirty years from now at one of our kid’s weddings winning the “marriage dance,” celebrating 60 years.
Love you both, mom + dad.