Old Romantics

Mark Twain:
Love seems the swiftest, but it is the slowest of all growths. No man or woman really knows what perfect love is until they have been married a quarter of a century.

Mr.Twain's talking about my parents

They've been married for over a quarter of a century and they're still lovey-dovey romantics.

When I was a teenager, it used to be embarassing to see my parents holding hands and canoodling. But now that I'm an adult, (and about to embark on a marriage of my own), I find myself praying that my marriage will endure with such strong romanticism as theirs.

My dad is a very serious, disciplined man. He's the kind of guy who would tell you that he'll reach your house at 6:37 and he'll actually arrive at 6:37 on the dot. The kind of man whose word is his honour and plans everything... A bit of a shy-guy as well.
My mom is a very vivacious, bubbly woman. She's the kind of lady who'll befriend anyone and everyone within minutes of meeting them. She'll try everything once and just adores savouring new adventures. The kind of woman who'd burst into a song & dance on impulse and charm you into joining in.

The two of them still flirt with each other and go on 'impulse dates'. Mom'll primp herself up before he comes home and she'll wait by the door to welcome him. She's always singing his praises to her friends (who very often prefer to bitch about their own hubbies).
My dad treats my mom like a Queen. He does all he can to fulfil her whims and fancies. When they go out and she holds court, he'll stand discreetly aside and gaze at her with open admiration and pride.

They're each other's best supporters and cheerleaders. My mom will endure 5 hours of my dad's dreary corporate functions (peppered with boring speeches) and my dad will patiently attend my mom's many charity galas (peppered with a lot of pretentious social-air-kissing).
Their successes and achievements appear meaningless without the other's presence.

The two of them are as unalike as can be but they function so well together, that when they're apart, you can actually see their heart breaking.

Whenever my dad has to go away on business, he'll insist on bringing my mom. And if for some reason she can't come along - they both start pining for each other even before he leaves! So you can just imagine how it gets when he finally departs. She'll mope around the house, gaze blankly into space, sits quietly in her room and sighs a lot - basically she acts like a lovesick teen.
And my dad's no better! He'll sms her every few minutes with soppy I-miss-you stuff that renders my mom in tears. And when he calls, my goodness. My mom'll leap into the air with a squeal, snatch up the phone and you can see that nothing else matters except the voice of her husband on the line.

I've never seen a couple so in love with each other.

I truly believe that the best thing parents can do for their children, is to love each other.

I hope my kids are as lucky