48 Years...a Love that has no End Date

Let’s talk about an unraveled braid of love. Let’s talk about a love that spans over the seas, white Magnolia Trees, and beyond the twinkle stars. Let’s talk about a love that doesn’t end and has never charred. It’s a love that has no expiration date. I’ve witnessed this phenomenal phenomena, the truest form of adoration...my mom and my dad’s relationship.

Today would of been their 48th Wedding Anniversary. Even though, my dad has been gone for more than 11 years, I know without doubt, he’d be placing a flower order at Viviano’s. I know he would of acted on his chivalry with knightly gestures. I know he would of adorned my mom with romanticism. My mom and dad would of dressed dapperly and made their honoring entrance at a restaurant. They would of doted, dazzled, and casted smiles. Cards would of been exchanged and more devotion would of been tenderly traded.

This type of passion travels through travesties. It conquers death and keeps marching. Memories are pondered at the piety pond. It’s a love that will never die. It will never bank or bend...steady on and steady fervor flow. It’s a type a love that was shot from Cupid’s bow.

My mom and dad’s love for one another was of divinity. Days were divine, spunky, and vivaciously vined. Cheerful hearts galavanted throughout the years, so did a few speck of tears. Ah, but the tears dried and forgiveness trampled pride. The “Bob and Sandy” tapestry was always mended and stately stitched.

How does a love like this endure? God.

God brought my mom and dad together and let no man put asunder. Yes, times were tempted and love was tested, but God bolstered their bond braid. The relationship ravished with rooted rose bushes. Rosy resilience couldn’t be cut down. My mom and dad’s love will forever be perched upon shelves and graced upon. Ah, but a love that has no end date.

Happy 48th Anniversary, Mom...and Dad!

“That’s the kind of love your mom and I have.” - my dad stated while watching the secret wedding scene on “Braveheart”

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