I remember when I was a kid hearing my parents fighting loudly and cringing, afraid, because every time your parents fight as a kid you worry about divorce, at least in the 1990s. But then I came out of my room close enough to hear what they were yelling at each other. It was something about the door handle of the car. It was silly. And I realized it was the first fight I'd heard them have in months and if that's the worse thing they had to fight about, I had nothing to worry about.
My parents are totally in love and have been for thirty-five years now. They are wonderful testaments to an enduring friendship in marriage. I am very blessed to be their daughter.
This is a week and a day late, but Happy Anniversary Mom and Dad!
Thanking God for:
416- wiggle room
417- hope and planning
418- trust in provision
419- intricate details