Lightning Bolt S's and the Goosestep Celibration of Sleuth Filled Weekends

Today (March 1, 2010), is a huge day for my family. Firstly, my grandmother turns 90! Secondly, my parents are celebrating their 30th anniversary! My Grandmother is officially 90 today! Think about that; WW1, WW2, The Depression, man going into space, the splitting of the atom, the birth of me! I know that everyone has a special place in their hearts for their grandmother… I am no exception. She was the first person to show me the wonders of public transpiration (and at 7, it really was amazing). We would take the bus to a movie theater, eat at restaurant, and then come home. If I were good she would entertain me with a rendition of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (she had voices for every character, and changed Charlie’s name to Rob). Sleeping over at my Grandmother’s house was always a treat because she had a modest yet eclectic VHS library (Home Alone being my favorite). Be it the 22nd round of “go fish” or 33rd round of “war,” she remains my favorite cards opponent. No one makes Grill cheese or piggy in the blankets like my grandma. What else can I say about a woman who body checked my older brother into a cabinet (which broke!) and played Dance Dance Revolution at 88. She is tough, strong, loving, spry (yes I try to use that word as often as possible), family orientated, dedicated, and maybe a little stubborn. I love her, I am inspired by her, she is my secular saint. My grandmother makes me want to live to 90… or die trying. Officially my parents were married on a leap year, so they won’t actually have another adversity until 2012… but, they now have been married for 30 years. Today (while watching real word DC), my mother earnestly remarked that she has now spent the majority of her life with my Dad. Beautiful, what else can be said about that. You don’t pick your parents, siblings, and relatives; your spouse is really the only part of your family you choose. To share your life with someone for 30 years day in and day out, ideal. I am under no illusion that novelty and zestful attraction can be maintain for that long, but my mom does claim to be more in love with him than she was 30 years ago, I believe her. I can’t (but one day hope to) know what its like growing in love with someone for that long. I really take for granted my parents union, they are just so solid I’ve never thought about what it actually takes to do what they have done. Surely, my mom and dad have had their; disagreements, misunderstandings, and misgivings, but as their son of 23 years… I’ve never witnessed anything but the most superficial and controlled of outburst. I cannot fathom the; maturity, self control, and discipline required to come together as cohesively as they have. They have made it look easy, while I’m sure it has been anything but… That speaks volumes about both of their characters. Married for 30 years.