The Forever “I Do”

Today my parents celebrate their 40th wedding anniversary. I really wanted to put together a beautiful, brilliant tribute to them, but there’s not as much time for writing these days. I’ve been nesting. I’ve been enjoying being a hands-on mom again. We’ve eased into our second official year of homeschooling. The girls have been happy to have mom on her feet again. We’ve baked banana muffins. We’ve gone on short walks (it’s still really hot around here). We even had a water balloon fight the other day. Life’s been good. Busy but very, very good.

Still, I couldn’t let this momentous day slip by without doing something. So in honor of this marital milestone, I’ve tweaked a post (quite a bit, really, so it’s not just a complete re-post) I shared two years ago when they had *only* been married 38 years.

Before I get to that, however, I just want to give a shout out to my amazing parents:

Mom and Dad, how lucky I am to have you as parents. Your marriage and the fact that you always made it a priority has been such a gift to me and to my relationship with Dave. Over the years, you’ve shown me that choosing to love is more powerful, more beautiful, more fulfilling, and more sanctifying than simply being filled with warm and fuzzy feelings. You’ve also never stopped reminding me to keep a sense of humor. I love how we can all laugh together even when we’re faced with sorrow, sickness, or stress. Above all, you’ve taught me to remember that marriage isn’t about winning or losing; it’s about loving God and each other even when it would be easier not to. Congratulations on this milestone! Here’s to many, many, many more years together!

The tweaked post:

Thirty-eight Forty years ago today with God as their witness my parents made a promise to love each other for better or worse, in rich and in poor, and in sickness and in health. Mom was 18, and Dad was 19. Just two kids in love, but that didn’t stop them from taking their vows seriously.

On their wedding day they had no idea that worse might mean struggling during some very lean years, being forced to dole out tough love to a child grappling with a drug addiction, or many, many losing seasons for the Cubs. Nor did they know that better might translate to welcoming healthy grandbabies into their lives, seeing the world together through work trips, or saving for and then being able to buy a dream house on the lake. They had no idea that sometimes they’d be rich with hope and love but that there would be other times when they would have to work at this marriage gig and would occasionally feel poor, at least in spirit, despite the many riches in their life. They could never predict the sickness that might befall their relationship – from watching loved ones succumb to cancer or other illnesses to dealing with brain aneurysms, trigeminal neuralgia, autoimmune problems, and rejection letters from long-term health insurance.

When they were first married, Mom dropped out of college to support my dad, the art student who infamously slept through all of his art history classes yet somehow still scored top marks. She was the hidden force that propelled him up the corporate ladder. He traveled all of the time while she remained back at the home front, caring for little kids while grappling with a mysterious neuromuscular condition. I don’t remember her ever complaining much, although I do remember her watching a lot of Cubs’ games.

In more recent years, I’ve watched my dad take care of his bride – not only financially but emotionally and physically, too. When she had major back surgery a few years ago, he held her like a newlywed, her arms wrapped around his neck. Only he wasn’t carrying her over the threshold. He was lifting her out of the bed when she was too weak to do it herself.

I remember my dad cracking jokes when her incisions were still fresh, and she begged him to stop.

“Stop making me laugh! It hurts,” she said through her uncontrollable giggles. My mom is my dad’s best audience and always laughs at his jokes.

Throughout the years, I’ve witnessed my parents’ affection for one another. I’ve also seen them fight and then later reconcile and forgive. I’ve watched them laugh and kiss and tease one another. I’ve seen them support each other during rough patches. I’ve heard them pray together. I’ve witnessed them make their marriage a priority.

Because of Mom and Dad’s commitment to one another and to marriage, I learned early on that how you feel when you’re in love isn’t as important to a enduring marriage. Your feelings are about you when marriage is ultimately about making someone else happy. It’s what you do – not just how you feel at any given moment – that matters to the person you’re in love with.

And what my parents have done is simple yet extremely difficult somedays and even some years: They have renewed their vows over and over. They have made a daily “I do” to one another.

They have affirmed over and over, I do love you despite all of your imperfections. I do want to serve you even when I’m tired, worried, annoyed with your quirks and bad habits, or stressed out. I do care about you and honor you, and I’m going to try to prove it to you with my actions even when I don’t feel like it every day for the rest of my life. I do love you, and I always will no matter what.

I do over and over,  forever and forever.

Happy 40th Anniversary, Mom & Dad (Gaba & Papa)!!!

My mom and dad at my younger brother's wedding, May 2011

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10 Responses to “The Forever “I Do””
  1. Kris Chatfield says:

    So lovely, Kate!! Gld you’re up and abuot – keep us posted on ANY baby news!!

  2. jen ambrose says:

    You are such a sweet daughter! And your parents are such a good-looking couple then and now. Wow.

  3. Mom says:

    You are truly amazing and I’m sobbing!! I only wish we were all that you say we are…..

    I know one thing – if I had to do it all over again, and I mean the good with the bad, I’d go in headfirst. I am blessed in so many ways!!!!!

  4. MightyMighty says:

    It’s pretty amazing how much comes out of a holy marriage!

  5. I. LOVE. THIS. In this day and age when marriage is treated like a burden… I’m SO happy when I see people living happily ever after.

  6. This is truly a beautiful tribute to your parents and marriage as a Sacrament. Too often these days people focus on the feelings and thereby define love and make decisions. Marriage, as you so eloquently describe here, is about rejoicing together as well as suffering together. It’s a choice we make each day, and there are days, weeks, months, even years where it is a difficult labor of love. Thank you for sharing this story of your parents love and their ongoing blessing as a model for what God intends marriage to be.

    I know all of your are joyfully awaiting the newest addition to the family! Praying that all goes smoothly!

  7. Katie, it was my parents’ anniversary as well, August 21! :)

  8. Oops! I can’t believe I wrote “Katie.” It’s the name of a good friend so I type it a lot. Kate, rather, of course! :)

  9. So, so beautiful. It’s mine and Aaron’s 25th anniversary today! And your mom, through your stories, is one of my inspirations! Beautiful inside and out. With a daughter to match. :)

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