Today is my parents’ 38th wedding anniversary. Wow.
Being that I’m in my early twenties, anything in its thirties seems incredibly old to me (just kidding, you are all young and vibrant). Somehow 38 seems even bigger than 40, maybe because it has more syllables. It gives me pause, to think about how laughably blessed I am to have my family. Clearly, we are no peaches and cream dream family that never has any arguments. When I was in middle school I started off an essay trying to win “Family of the Year” by talking about farts in church. But this is precisely why my family is so wonderful. They encouraged me to be kind of odd, loudly supplied heaps of laughter, and challenged me when I was wrong or making mistakes.
Maybe I’m romanticizing my family because I haven’t seen them in 3 months and there’s a new nephew that seems to shine a bright bubbly light on the entire clan (I’m in no way saying that baby’s solve problems but I will strongly argue that they make Grandparents, aunts and uncles very giddy). Our ability to fight and air our problems and voice differing opinions and basically just call each other out has made me a confident, happy, humorous (although admittedly
a little totally goofy) young woman. I’m not trying to brag or claim the Mello’s are better than any other family (we have a cooler name though, deal with it). I’m just expressing gratitude. I know it took hard work and I’m honored to benefit from that work and hopefully to take my part contributing to what makes this family great.
And it all started back in 1972 when Jan and Lou decided they were a family. For keeps.
Congratulations, Mom and Dad and thanks for showing me what it takes to love one another and love your family for so many years. I miss you and love you both.