I've grown up in a generation where sadly, a lot of people my age live in single/divorced parent families, so I consider myself to be incredibly lucky to have both of my parents still together.
I've been with my other half for three years and that feels like such a long time, but forty years is a whole lot longer, it's beautiful that two people can still love each other as much as the day they met.
My parent's were my age when they married, twenty years old. I can't imagine being married at this age.
My parents are the perfect example of true love. They show you don't need to always hold hands in public or kiss hello or goodbye. The love is there for everyone to see with a simple look or smile. It has become clear to me over the past week just how much they adore each other.
On Monday, my dad was admitted to A&E (for reasons I won't go in to) and as I arrived at the bay he was in, I could see the look of pure fear in my mum as she struggled to realise that her husband was sat there. Tears in her eyes, blotchy red chest and no smile, all my dad had to do was just smile or wink at her and you could see the fear weaken inside her.
My sister Kelly and I struggled to come up with ideas of what we could get them to celebrate today, that was until I was speaking with my mum and she sadly said 'I won't get a cake for my anniversary' and there it was, the idea. We were left a little broke after buying the cake and I was left tired after sneaking around trying to transport the cake to my gran's house to home without my mum knowing what I was doing, and only a provisional driving licence in my purse.
I love you mum and dad.
E x
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