Mom and Dad
My mom’s birthday and my parents’ anniversary was a few days ago. I once asked my mom why she got married on her birthday, because that just limited prezzies — was it for romantic reasons?
“No,” she said. “It was the last time we were going to try.”
Apparently, they’d made arrangements to meet at the courthouse several times, but for some reason or another, it didn’t happen. It nearly didn’t happen the last time, either, as Dad was running late (as usual) and Mom, pissed off that he seemed so casual about it, nearly walked away. Grandma hid Mom’s keys to keep her from leaving.
What a couple they must have made early on — a feisty little redhead, smart and a bit of a hellion, together with a tall, laid-back agitator…
I’m glad they managed to work it out.
