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Five Minute Friday: Give

Five Minute Friday is a writing event that has hundreds of writers spending five minutes writing on the same topic and then sharing them at This week's word is Give.

Fifty-six years ago today, my parents were married. It was a very cold November day, snow was still on the ground from earlier in the week. They stood in front of family and friends and took vows that have stood the test of time.

I watch them and truly believe that they are in as much love today as they were in 1958 when they decided to bind their lives together. That life has brought them two daughters, four major surgeries, a layoff, and the death of four parents. Through all of that, they still hold hands as they walk from the car to the restaurant. And through all of that, they have never stopped giving.

They give of themselves to each other and to their church. They give of themselves to their two girls. In the times before their deaths, both have given of themselves to lovingly care for their mothers. They give their integrity, they give their knowledge, and most of all, they give their love.

This Thanksgiving weekend, I put those two people at the top of my list of what I am thankful for. It is through them that I have learned to give. And I hope to some day find someone special that I can give a love that will endure 56 years. I am so thankful for the life they have given me and the legacy I hope to live up to.


  1. Hello from your neighbor at FMF. I loved reading this lovely tribute to your parents. Celebrating 56 yrs of marriage is definitely a milestone. They sound like wonderful people!

  2. What a wonderful tribute to your parents. [Not a dry eye in this house!]....


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