The Anniversary

Rising and writing the date in my notebook, I see that 62 years ago my mother married my father. This will be my mother’s seventh wedding anniversary without him. Today she will take the champagne of celebration to another couple’s house to celebrate their anniversary, married the same day, one year apart, each standing in the other’s wedding.

I imagine my mother now, walking the aisle in a dress borrowed from her sister-in-law, carrying a bible with a magnolia blossom – her faith and beauty represented there – moving toward my father. They left that day in his shiny new maroon car, their clothes full of rice, and did not get far down the road before my mother wanted to stop to eat. All that work of getting married had made her hungry.

The immensity of my gratitude for the yes they said to each other, my mom and my dad, rises to the trees towering above my deck in the cool morning air. The birds casquirrel leaptch it and call it out to each other, hundreds of songs tossed from tree to tree, each a player in the morning band, warming up its own instrument like the cacophony before the symphony. The squirrels leap in faith across narrow branches, sending me signals, “Why do you doubt that you will be held? See me soar? See me land? Hasn’t it always been so?” I bow to their confidence.

How many generations risked love to bring me to this morning? Leaped onto a shaky branch and grabbed hold? My existence is a miracle of faith; each life a testament to possibility.


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8 Responses to The Anniversary

  1. Jane Collins June 6, 2015 at 1:48 pm #

    Thank you, Laura!

    • Laura Collins June 6, 2015 at 1:58 pm #

      Thank you, Mom!

  2. Meredith June 6, 2015 at 2:28 pm #

    I love the idea of risking love. Oh wish it were easy to get it right like our parents…

    • Laura Collins June 6, 2015 at 3:46 pm #

      I doubt it was easy for them. But certainly a different era. We keep trying.

  3. Steve Collons June 6, 2015 at 7:11 pm #

    Beautiful tribute Laura.
    Happy Anniversary Mom!

  4. Ruth Boling June 6, 2015 at 10:51 pm #

    Takes my breath away. This is my favorite sentence: “How many generations risked love to bring me to this morning?”

  5. Kelly June 7, 2015 at 3:15 pm #

    Oh! So sweet and soulful!! Thank you, Laura.
    You and your musing touch me and support me on my Journey.
    I am thankful for you in my life.

  6. Robert George June 8, 2015 at 12:59 am #

    I love you and look forward to more of your beautiful writing.


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