This one goes out to the Parents. The one who birthed me and the one who helped. The two who raised me. The two who drove me to every small town and mid-major city in the country to watch me play soccer and basketball. The two who, though they claim innocence, forgot my 22nd birthday and wouldn't let me drive alone on my 16th. The two who protected me from Baby Jane and "It." The two who, mostly, love me unconditionally and without regret.
They are celebrating 33 years of marriage today and though it's not perfect bliss, they have raised a perfect dog, a perfect daughter and a son who tries to live up to both. And clearly, they've done something right because that son and his wife are bringing another Cowling into the world soon-- the gift that keeps on giving.
Way to go, you two.
You done real good.
I found your blog--fortunately through blog stalking--through a mutual friend. I absolutely love it. It helps pass the hours at work! THANKS!
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