Today is my parent's 27th anniversary.
I do not just consider it a blessing that they are still together, and have 'made it' so far.
I consider it a blessing because they are head over heels in love. More, I'm sure, than they were on their wedding day 27 years ago, and certainly more than they were five or ten years ago.
I have watched my parents, particularly over the last ten years, fall more and more in love with each other. We never never talked in detail about their marriage (though the conversations come up much more frequently and flow more freely now that my sister and I have gotten married as well), but it has been one of the greatest joys of my life to have parents that kiss in front of the kitchen sink, and get a kick out of the grossed-out groans that emulated from us as kids.
They have always been a team...even when three siblings and I have ganged up to pit them against each other. They have always leaned on each other when facing grief and heart ache.
They have fought, and cried, and learned from each other. And for 22 years I had a front seat look at the growth of their marriage. They have worked at it, fought for it, and loved it.
(my parents watching my baby sister play volleyball--my parents played together all through college)
And it has made me appreciate my marriage infinitely more.