Today is my parent's forty-ninth wedding anniversary.
They are still together through my father's military career, which included two stints in Vietnam, multiple separations when Dad ended up assigned to duty stations where my mother couldn't go, and moving every year for the first nine years of my life (and probably every year or two before). They've been through nearly every sort of high and low that a couple can experience, and endured ... including raising me through my teenaged years.
I am lucky to call them parents, and I am thankful to have them as an example of endurance and what really loving someone and being committed to another person looks like.
Happy Anniversary, Mom and Dad. Here's to many, many more ;).