My mom and dad on their wedding day

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Today would have been my parents’ 35th wedding anniversary.
Before my mom passed away, my parents had been married for 27 years. In this day and age, that’s simply incredible to me. My parents saw marriage as a gift, something to be celebrated and held as sacred. I’m so blessed to have had their example.
I learned so many things from watching them throughout my growing up years, things I want to apply to my own marriage. I want to reflect on a few today.
Present a unified front.
You know how kids try the whole “divide and conquer” thing when it comes to getting their parents to let them do something? Yeah, didn’t work with my parents. I also don’t remember them ever really disagreeing in front of me and my brother.
I always whined that they were ganging up on me, but now I see that they were simply making decisions together, and standing together in those decisions.
Never let go of the fun.
I’m sure my parents’ marriage had rough spots just like any other, and obviously that included my mom’s illness. But you know what? They never stopped having fun together. Laughing. Spending time together. Being silly. I love those memories. They’re some of my favorite.

That’s the kind of stuff that lasts in our minds years and years later. 

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Never take love for granted.
I used to love taking pictures of my parents when I was younger. I’d hold up the camera and instruct them to kiss (yes, I was a bossy child…). And they’d kiss—simple, eyes closed, mouths curved in a smile—longer than it took to take the picture.
Sacrifice your comfort for the other’s well-being.
Nothing showed me what love was more than my dad’s actions toward my mom when she was sick. Nothing.
I remember how he woke up at 3 am every morning to give her more pain medication. Probably more often than even that. And he still went to work the next day and did so much more than I probably even know.
Real love is sacrifice.
Real love is selfless.
Real love is hard to put into action.
But it’s so worth it when we do.

Your Turn: If you’re married, what’s a great lesson you’ve learned about love and marriage? If you’re not married, what’s a great lesson you’ve learned from a married couple you admire?