Today is my parents' 32nd wedding anniversary. 32 years. Jesus. The funny thing is - if you look at the match-up on paper, their love looks pretty fucking improbable. Their ages are separated by thirteen years. They come from different countries. He used to be a Catholic priest, for Christ's sake. It just shouldn't work. But every day for the last thirty-two years, they've been glad to wake up next to each other. And every day still, they make each other laugh. It's pretty fucking amazing.
I'm probably the last person that should be giving advice on love and relationships, but man - 32 years. I guess I sort of take a little bit of hope from that.
Kids, I know it can be tough out there - meeting someone that doesn't drive you nuts, loving someone who doesn't love you, being lonely, being miserable. But I've got to think it's worth it. I don't know - maybe not. But I look at my parents... I've got to think that it can, against all odds, work sometimes.
See you at the Abbey for Week 2 of the residency. May you all find a little slice of love there tonight.
I'm probably the last person that should be giving advice on love and relationships, but man - 32 years. I guess I sort of take a little bit of hope from that.
Kids, I know it can be tough out there - meeting someone that doesn't drive you nuts, loving someone who doesn't love you, being lonely, being miserable. But I've got to think it's worth it. I don't know - maybe not. But I look at my parents... I've got to think that it can, against all odds, work sometimes.
See you at the Abbey for Week 2 of the residency. May you all find a little slice of love there tonight.
7 Comments:
Booooooooooooooo
Boo yourself, you bitter asshole.
I love you.
Hey, pal, I come here for the anal jokes, if I want to be 'heartwarmed', I'll volunteer at the pediatric AIDS center.
Boooooo!
Sterr-oiiiiids! Sterr-oiiiiiids!
BALCO! BALCO! BALCO!
I like having all these new "booing" options these days.
I apologize, they made me come into the office today, so I'm in the teeth of despair. Also, your parents' marriage is dumb.
Nooomahhhhh's bettaahhhhhh, etc...
Vin's comments aside...thanks Brendon. I needed your warm & fuzzy journal entry and a great show at the Abbey to brighten my day today. I love you guys!
Thanks, sweetness. The love is right back at you. I'll even ignore the fact that you spelled my name wrong.
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