Here's to 35 more

I can never remember my parents' anniversary. I know it's somewhere around my grandma's birthday, but get confused on specifics. (I even blogged about it last year and got called out by my mother for having it wrong. Oops.) But anyway, today I knew for sure that today was their anniversary. Of course I forgot to send a card and being on a different time zone meant I was too late to call, but I did give them a shout-out on my Facebook status and I'd like to think that counts for something.

At any rate, today my parents have been married 35 years. They've produced four incredibly fun, accomplished, humble kids who love them very much. Three of them were home tonight to celebrate this monumental occasion with them (no I don't feel guilty about being "the one" who missed the festivities at all...).

I've written before how much I admire my parents. I'm not sure how people get their kids to become their friends, but somehow they managed -- or at least I think they did. (Then again, maybe this has just been a ruse all these years.)

Perhaps it's because I feel like they're my buddies, but I wish I could have been at their wedding. I know it was memorable -- especially that part where dad was late. (Mom acted surprised throughout my childhood when dad could never get anywhere on time -- but she should have known!)

Even though I missed their wedding, for...well...obvious reasons, I've been a part of their lives for 30 of those 35 years, which is something. Still, we're nowhere close to finished, folks. I'm rooting for 35 more!