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Forty Years of Proof that Magic Exists...

I count my blessings each day for the love I know—the love my children know.. And for the knowledge that -- Magic exists...

As I talk with my mother and father on the telephone, I cannot help but smile at the memories that begin to fill my mind...

I can hear the familiar rumbling of his truck’s diesel engine as it pulls into the driveway -- His footsteps steady and purposeful as he climbs the front steps onto the porch.

The table is set. We sit in front of our plates, food hot and our glasses filled. She lights the two white candles in the center of the table and turns off the kitchen lights -- music playing softly. She puts his plate into the microwave and heats up his meal just a few seconds more --  so that when he sits down it is hot.

He enters the kitchen and grins a huge grin. With smiling, peaceful eyes, he greets us and we get up from the table and wrap our arms around his leg.

He smells of engine oil and diesel fuel. We bury our faces into his leg and breathe it all in – it does not smell like anything other than Dad – and we love him.

He gently stops us and removes his once brown - now blackened - work boots and leaves them at the door. They are familiar and we try to slide our little toes inside them. He laughs and gently scoops us out of them saying that the boots are dirty from a long days work --  he then playfully flips us up into the air and then quickly ushers us back to the dinner table. A whirlwind of love...

He goes in the other room to change out of his uniform and comes back into the kitchen in clean and comfortable clothes.

Now it is her turn.

He wraps her, my Mom, into his arms. She fits perfectly.

He teases her and she nudges him. Then he sings some crazy song, the lyrics echoing in my head as I write this post.. “Your making me dizzy... my head is spinning…” and ends the song as dips her slightly backwards  in the middle of the kitchen.

She laughs and wraps her arms around his shoulders and they continue to dance  -- in the kitchen—by candlelight—as if no one else is in the room.

My sister and I smile and roll our eyes as we move our peas around on our plates... But honestly, we really don’t mind.

This is how they have always been.

Interrupted by the beeping of the microwave they stop dancing and my dad takes his spot at the head of the table. My mother places his hot meal on the table in front of him (hers most likely cooled by now – but she does not mind) and he sneaks in one more loving gesture or touch before she sits down.

Anyways,  this was a very common scene in my home growing up... My parents sharing romantic gestures with each other... often showering each other with public displays of affection in the kitchen. I blame them for the fact that I still believe in destiny, true love and prince charming.

I can honestly say that -- I found my true love, my destiny, my prince charming. I can’t imagine how empty my existence would have been – had I not met him. I suppose my husband and I do similar things in front of the kiddos... like dancing in the kitchen – which is often responded to with moans and groans and giggles from our little creations.

 I count my blessings each day for the love I know—the love my children know...  like no other.

As I was saying,  when I finally hung up the phone the other night after talking to my Mom about a song my father had downloaded for her... My memory flooded with these images of their almost forty year romance.

The title of the song was called, “One Thousand Years” by Christina Perri.

You probably have heard it from the soundtrack of one of the more recent “Twilight” saga films. My dad has never read the books or seen the films. He had heard the song and listened to the lyrics and thought of my mom.

My parent’s relationship has evolved over the years. Fires, death, disease and loss have scared the hell out of them – I am sure. How they stood the test of time is mind boggling... Each of them humbled individually at times…

 In the last few years they were just given news that could rock the foundation of any couple. My dad, diagnosed with the early stages of Parkinson’s disease – a humbling and life changing label given to one of the most able men I know.

But, what they know and keep in perspective..  is that they possess a secret weapon – an untouchable magic that protects them from the tribulations the world throws at them so viciously…

They possess humbly loving faith filled hearts.

And I find myself overwhelmed again with gratitude – for the gifts my parents share with me well into my own adulthood.  The teachings they continue to provide as living examples – And as I continue to find my own path – in this confusing and difficult world, watching them gives me hope…

 I breathe easy knowing that I have the light of their hearts to guide me…  Now and for a thousand years from now….

 I will protect it with all that I am…. And I shall pass it on.

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Diane Heath April 11, 2012 at 12:07 PM
AnneMarie this was an amazing read! My eyes are still slightly moist from reading it because I am a romantic at heart and ate this up like a hot fudge sundae.
JE April 11, 2012 at 12:19 PM
What a beautiful blog as a tribute to your parents. It was incredibly touching. I hope they read this! :-) My parents have been married 45 years now and similar to yours they are still as loving as they were way back when I was a child. Because they set the standards so high, I too, have found a wonderful husband. Thank you so much for reminding me of our example to the kids. I am happy to set the bar high for my girls! Blessings to you and yours, Jan
An oldtimer April 11, 2012 at 08:40 PM
As they say "you don't need money to be rich". Having a loving family is the most important thing in any ones life, and your children will pass it on. I'm 80 years old and I think of my Mother and Father every day.Thank you for writing this, it brings back memories.
Annemarie Holloway April 12, 2012 at 02:15 PM
Love the analogy Diane!! Writing it overwhelmed me too.. Thanks for reading my friend...
Annemarie Holloway April 12, 2012 at 02:16 PM
Thank you for your thoughtful response Janis! My parents made it look so easy! I only hope I can do the same...
Annemarie Holloway April 12, 2012 at 02:19 PM
Very True.... If we have learned anything over the years is the importance of gathering only the riches of our hearts... I am honored by your response.. It is no small feat to be 80 years young! Thank you.
oh Boy!! April 12, 2012 at 10:04 PM
I grew up in a house full of love like yours, we used to run to my dad to smell his uniform as well, lovely memories... I too have a wonderful caring husband and 2 amazing children...we are blessed.
Annemarie Holloway April 13, 2012 at 12:33 PM
Thanks for reading Janet.. I love this quote, "If you look deeply into the palm of your hand, you will see your parents and all generations of your ancestors. All of them are alive in this moment. Each is present in your body. You are the continuation of each of these people.” ~Thich Nhat Hanh
Elizabeth Sousa April 16, 2012 at 02:56 AM
You are blessed, as are your amazing parents. What a remarkable legacy.... My parents were/are nothing like yours, and so I have been so conscience of what actions&emotions are displayed in front of my kids. Your words make me feel happy and hopeful that one day Ricardo and I will conjur up such memories for them. As always, thank you for sharing your amazing gift of the written word~~you are an absolute gem!!!!!!
Annemarie Holloway April 16, 2012 at 11:17 AM
Elizabeth! I always appreciate your thoughtful responses to my posts! I am humbled by your comments. Your children too are truly blessed -- as they have amazing parents! Love to you!

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