Way to go, Mom and Dad!

Well. 

Today is my parent's 29th wedding anniversary.

So I figured I would share a few of my favorite memories of watching their love as I grew up. 

One time when my siblings and I were little, we were all piled in the car(chevy lumina mini van) on a road trip, fighting about who my dad loved the most.  Being confident that I was truely the favorite, I asked my dad who he loved the most. He answered, "Well, I love your mother the most. If I didn't you wouldn't be here."

Another great memory took place Christmas before their tenth anniversary. My dad had purchased a beautiful diamond and gold ring to give my mom and I can still remember how excited he was to give it to her. However, being a Roebuck he couldn't just wrap it and give it to her, so he wrapped it in a box and put it in another box and put that box in another box etc etc etc... Per usual my mom complained that he spent too much money, but she still wears it every single day. 

And my very favorite memory of them is from the day Jason and I got married. My dad and I stood at the back of the ceremony, ready to walk down the aisle, waiting for my mom to stand up so we could begin. So we continued to wait as my mother seemingly never turned around and my dad kept muttering, "Linda. Stand up Linda. Linda, turn around.  C'mon Linda." So FINALLY she realizes no more bridesmaids are coming and it is indeed her time to stand and turn around. So she stands and turns and I got to see such pride and joy in her smile as I felt the same from my dad who was holding my arm.

Love you both. Mom, stop crying. 

Since I've been married for 9 months now, and have obviously already gleaned as much wisdom as it took my parents 29 years to obtain I'll share a couple of my favorite stories from my marriage as well. 

Bat. In. Our. Apartment. This story deserves it's own post, so stayed tuned for that one. 

Once Jason and I washed and dried an ink pen in our brand new washer and dryer. Twice. 

That time we spilled water all over a puzzle it took us months to complete and then blow dried it until the picture started to peel off. 

And there was that great time Jason told me he couldn't eat the "brown omelet" I had made for him. Oops! Well done. 

That's all for now. 

Roll Tide

xoxo