My parents always seemed magical to me when I was growing up. I always believed in true love and fate and soul mates, not because I read about them in a book, but because I lived with them in real life.
My parents are less than 24 hours apart in age. My mother was born at St. Francis Hospital in Evanston and my father was born at St. Francis Hospital in Peoria.
My parents both have O- blood types (guess what blood type I have??).
Both of their families had the same birth order – boy, girl, girl, boy.
My mom’s parents were both born in January, my dad’s parents were both born in October.
The night they went on their first date (September 20th, 1975), my mom came home and told her roommate that she was going to marry my father.
I’m not saying their marriage hasn’t involved a lot of work. While it is cute and cliche to say “Opposites Attract”, the statement mitigates the amount of work it takes to understand someone so different from yourself. While my mom loves to chat it up after church and stay out late, my dad enjoys a quiet evening at home and going to bed at 8 p.m. Not 8:05. Not 8:10. 8:00 p.m. Mom loves to “fly by the seat of her pants” while Dad loves a schedule, a plan and organized fun. But because they love each other so much, they have worked to understand one another and appreciate their differences.
So for as much as they taught me about true love and fate and being soul mates, they also taught me how to argue, negotiate, forgive and move on. They taught me how to laugh at myself. And they taught me that true love takes time and work and effort.
And that it is so worth it.
So to my mom and dad on the occasion of your 57th birthdays: Happy Birthday!
I love you both. Teewinot. Caca Poo Poo. Mecca Sicca.