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Happy Anniversary Mom and Dad

Mom and Dad on their wedding day! Just 18 and 20 years old.
I'm two days late, but I was dying yesterday with what had to have been a minor case of food poisoning. I swear, on our way back to Dallas Sunday, I thought I was going to die when I had to get sick behind a shady truck stop. It was truly a traumatizing experience.

I've gushed before about how awesome my folks in this post. They are really just awesome folks who truly love eachother. They've been through a lot together and I've always told Coach that if they could get through their hurdles, there's no reason we couldn't get through anything.

No idea when this was, but their style was obviously on point.
As of sunday, they had been married 35 years! Isn't that crazy?! 35 freakin' years! Today's post is dedicated to them!

They met in Germany, my dad in the Army and my mom an Army brat. They were engaged after dating for 2 months. Did I mention that they were just 17 and 19? They would have lost had I done that.. Dad proposed like this, "hey, I'm heaing back to Michigan soon. You're either coming with me as my wife or I'm going alone." So romantic, huh?!

Best family picture ever. Circa 1993

In Germany, church weddings aren't legally binding, so they actually got married twice. They got married in the same room my grandparents had gotten married in many years before. They even made the newspaper! They then moved back to Michigan and 10 years later I miraculously came along! When I was 3ish, we loaded up our Mercury Cougar and moved to Sugar Land, Texas. About a year later, my brother joined our possy.

Now, they are empty-nesters and are enjoying their time together. Actually, they have a more active social life than me and Coach! They are alwasy going out to dinner or drinks with someone, sporting events with friends or visiting my brother at Sam Houston State University partying like college kids.

We love you guys very much! Here's to another 35!! xo



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