Today, my parents are celebrating thirty years of wedded bliss.
Dad celebrated by mowing the lawn while Mom worked at the pool all day. Romantic, no?
We celebrated as a family last week with a trip to Kansas City. And when I say we, I really mean Marcus, T-Biscuit and I celebrated. Because all weekend long, my parents would ask "What do you want to do? Where do you want to go? Won't you take this money to have a good time?"
I know. We're incredibly spoiled. But somehow, my parents have a good time watching us have a good time. They're cool like that.
And don't think it was all about us. They had an ulterior motive in all this. The more time we spent doing the stuff we wanted to do meant more time for them to spend time alone with The Boy. Their favorite.