Fifty years ago today, the people who made me who I am today... um, the people who made me... got married. Lordy. They only stayed married for 12 years, which means that they've been not married for 38 years -- and that's an awfully long time -- wow -- but married once they were and this day I always remember -- though for most of those years, I thought "this day" was the 26th.
It's A Wonderful Life, you know? Even if some of it was pretty crappy. If my parents hadn't married, my life would have been quite different. I do believe I would have had a life, but I might not have had the sisters and brother that I do; I might not have known the same grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins; I might refer to my parents as "birth mom" and "bio dad."
They weren't a very good married couple and they've been better or worse parents, just as I've been a better or worse daughter, but they're mine and I'm theirs and that will never change.
Happy Anniversary, Mom and Dad.