On September 4th, 1971; my parents were joined in matrimony.
Thirty-five years later, three kids (one angel), approximately three houses, who knows how many cars, one washer and dryer, one fish, three dogs, one camper, many hunting seasons, gout, a slipped back disc, Parkinson’s, the military, random part-time jobs, sketchy neighborhoods, a 1957 Chevy Bel-Air 4dr wagon, one plane trip to Germany and back, about 10 really sad funerals, wrinkles, back aches, laughter, flatuance, cooking, snoring, their heretic of a daughter, a daughter in law, a grandson, a grandpuppy…. my parents are still together.
They give me hope in a world where far too many marriages are ending. And without their marriage, well; I wouldn’t be here. 
Be appeased, O Lord, by our humble prayers, and in Your kindness assist this marriage which You have ordained for the propagation of the human race; so that this union, joined by Your authority, may be preserved by Your help. Through the same our Lord Jesus Christ, Your Son, Who lives and reigns with You in the unity of the Holy Spirit, God, world without end.
Amen.
(source, modified by me)
The story of how my parents met is entirely cute. Back in my hometown, my dad was working as a serviceman at a gas station. My mom went to the gas station for gas, and my dad was the guy pumped her gas for her. 
The gas station is still there, although it’s now been turned into an ice-cream shop.
Happy anniversary!
