file-feb-10-8-07-58-amWe take stuff for granted every day.  We flip the light switch and expect the darkness to disappear.  We turn the faucet and water comes out of the tap.  We turn the key and the car starts.

It hit me this morning how much I take my parents for granted.  It’s not necessarily a bad thing.  It speaks to their love and character.  It speaks to their presence.  It speaks to the family they raised.  It speaks to their marriage.

Yesterday was a busy day here for me and my family.  All of us ran out the door in the morning off to jobs or school.  We came home and ate something quickly and then were out the door for meetings, chaperoning a middle school dance, and band practice.  I slipped into my bed at 11pm and tried to rest so I could get up and do it all again this morning.

Meanwhile, yesterday, my parents quietly celebrated 60 years of marriage.  60 years!  It completely slipped my mind.  Completely taken for granted.  I’m more than a little ashamed that I didn’t call them yesterday (I did talk to them this morning…but…).  An anniversary is a time to stop and count one’s blessings.  And I’m am so insanely blessed to have hit the birth lottery and to have been born the son of Dick and Enola Young.

Love you mom and dad.

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