Today my parents have been married 47 years. My mother died in a car accident when I was ten. A little more than a year later my father presented us with a new mother. Needless to say we were not impressed. I have to give her tremendous credit--she hung in there through thick and thin.
We were a tough sell. Four rowdy kids from four through eleven. Poor motherless children. With very little discipline in the intervening year, we were quite a handful, but Mom stuck with us no matter what we dished out. I like to think that she's proud of us.
Happy Anniversary, Mom and Dad! Really hope you sneak in a few more!