40 years. That equals:
480 months.
2,080 weeks.
14,600 days.
350,400 hours.
21,024,000 minutes.
This past June my parents celebrated 40 years of marriage to each other. When I actually sit and think about all that means, it makes my head spin. I have yet to be married, but even on this side, that particular task seems so daunting. We are all part of a culture where we choose who we marry almost as flippantly as we decide which shoes to purchase. And when we get bored, they look too worn down, or there is a more intriguing version available, we easily toss our faithful parters to the curb. Forgetting the commitment, the faithfulness, the trust once shared. More importantly our word, our vow, our commitment is now void. I could honestly go on for hours but I regress...Back to Dan & Karen.
So here's to Mom & Dad. Thanks for being such a shining example of dedication and commitment. Even when it was hard, you didn't quit. Thanks for sticking your nose to the proverbial grind of marriage and pounding out 40 years of hard work. Your Godly example has spoken volumes to those in whom your lives have come into contact with. I love you and am thankful for your impact in my life.
If you don't know my parents, you should. They are the salt of the earth.
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