I'm not even that old. Well, I'm pretty close. A ton has happened to this world in 30 years, and my Mom and Dad have watched it all together. Tuesday was their anniversary. I feel like a terrible child. The best I could do was calling them a few times. It isn't fun to not be able to do nice things for your family. I wish I could've sent them on a trip ... give me time, Mom and Dad. I'll pay you back for all the love and life you have given me. But I digress ... my parents have been together for 30 years. Not many families can say that these days. It hasn't been easy ... it hasn't been impossible. They have put up with my sister and me both being total brats. They've managed through us both asking for the best things. More importantly, despite the disagreements and the frustration at times, they have believed in their children. Their strength has allowed me and sissy to become independent and driven. We want to succeed. That is because of our family.
Dad is retired. Mom still works a small bit. They both deserve to be sitting on a beach somewhere. One of these days, I hope to make that happen. I love them both will my entire heart, and I only wish I could've celebrated 30 years with them.
It just means the 50th party is gonna be off the HOOK!
What, you were expecting more? You were expecting me to talk about ESPN and this game vs. LSU on Saturday? I'll save that for Sunday. No more today. This one is for Mom and Dad.