21st Wedding Anniversary

Well today marks the twenty first anniversary of my parent's wedding. It's not until 12 o' clock but I've just spoke to them on the phone so I decided to come on here and ramble about how amazing it is that they've made it this far.

Obviously, they've had their troubles. Fights. Affairs. Illnesses. You name it, my parents have overcome it all and I'm kind of regretting all the years of hatred I felt towards them, all the angst I held towards them because despite my views on marriage, my parents have a good marriage.

I would even go as far as saying that they're still madly in love. Dad still hugs my mum from behind, they still insist on kissing in front of us despite the teenage years of telling them that it's gross and they still slow dance in the kitchen when they think no one is looking.

I'd be lying if I said that I thought they'd last this long. The amounts of time he threatened to leave or she told him to go... It's actually a surprise to the system to know that twenty one years was accomplished.

Grannie, god bless her soul, used to always joke that Mum deserved a medal for dealing with Dad because he'd always been the strong minded one out of her four children. She used to joke every anniversary that the medal got bigger and then when Dad's marriage became the only one out of all four kids to actually survive, she was speechless.

No matter how many times I screamed at my dad that I was never getting married because I could end up with a marriage like his, I want a marriage like theirs - if I ever get married. I want the kind of love where you know that nothing, and I genuinely mean nothing, can break it.

For a couple that met, got married, bought a house and a child in just over a year (a year and a week as Mum insists on saying whenever dad brings this up), they've beat the odds. Not many couples could do that today. It would end in a bitter divorce.

So here's to my parents and many more years to come!