A huge cedar tree grows in front of my parents’ home. You could possibly hug the trunk if 4 or 5 people link outstretched arms around it. At first glance, you think, “What an amazing old growth tree,” until you step back and look skyward and realize this tree is actually two trees grown together.
My head spins when I think about all my parents’ marriage has sustained. All the cracks, fissures, earthquakes, rumbles of glory and joy in their 4 children’s lives, as well as their own.
Like a beautiful sculpture, imperfectly crafted by human hands, my parents’ relationship is rare, not always easy, but always grounded in mutual respect and appreciation. They know something I will never know – depth of relationship formed by two people growing up together from the start of adult lives, having one another’s backs, weathering many storms, bending, compromising, leaving and returning to one another.
My hat is off to them on this anniversary of their 46-year work of art.