My Parents (Blog #700)

My Parents

My name is Dani and if you’ll indulge me for a little while, I’ll take you on a ride through my life…and in this case my parents life.

I started out in St. Louis while my Dad was going to school there. He and my mom had gotten married one year, nine months, and about 2 weeks after their first anniversary. I know I was wanted—and so was my sister—3 years and about 9 months later…My Parents parents wanted to be Grandparents and my Mom and Dad were the first (oldest) to have them.

I have a niece named Sydney. There was the same push when Samantha got married—but she had waited for 10 years to get engaged and had fertility problems when they were finally ready—but Dad was right—in this case—start immediately or you won’t hit the finish line with a baby…

My parents, as a whole entity, are good parents…They did everything together—and would often tell us to leave the room so they could discuss whatever just happened.

Mom was a good wife. She did what her husband told her. Although it was apparent that she was bright on her own and if we hadn’t moved from California when we did—she would’ve surely run the travel agency that she had been working at for years.

Before this she was an artist. She took wooden things and painted them. Dad was her support system.

Once when someone remarked about how something was packaged—Dad had to stifle a laugh because he had packed it.

They were in love and no one was going to stop them. They got married early—at 23 (Mom was actually 22) And, for all the jawing about what they did and didn’t do for us as parents—they love each other like nobody’s business. They’ve been married over 55 years. (Look back at beginning paragraphs)

They’ve ALWAYS had each other’s backs and that will NEVER change,