Every 38 years or so...

My parents have been married thirty eight years today.  Can you even believe that?  I a world where walking away is made just so easy, they stayed.  Not only did they stay, but they seemed to enjoy themselves.  Sure they probably want to kill each other from time to time, but walk away, never.  My mom and dad always seemed like friends, and I think that's one of the best example they could of set, at least in the the marriage department.

My family lived the traditional lifestyle.  Mom got up before the sun to get the animals feed and breakfast on the table for us.  Every.  Single.  Morning.  She had supper on the table when dad walked through the door.  Every.  Single.  Day.  Dad worked every day 8-4.  Come home and straight to the dinner table.  You could count on it.   The only break they got from the day is when us girls did dishes.  And If you know me at all, or remember me back then, I made sure they got NO break.  EEk.  Sorry about that by the way, just remember I gave you Gracie.

While we could never afford the big elaborate vacations, we always camped all summer long with our friends and family.  They made sure of that.  And you know, that's were some of my best memories came from.  To. This.  Day.  Every winter they took us to a hotel with our family and friends, where we ate junk and swan and played games for 3 days straight.  Those were some of the best days of my childhood!

While our lives out on knightville road were far from glamorous, we lived a small quiet life that was just ours.  Ok We made sure it wasn't quiet. Belinda cranked her Cranberries on the stereo, I screamed that I was misunderstood(remember I gave you Gracie) and dad played the old country songs on the guitar.  Come to think about it mom was the quite one.  Anyway, they made sure my sister and I were cared for and that we knew exactly where home was.  Where ever they were...