i'm trapped in the house by a most magnificent summer rain. my windows are wide open to the clatter and roar of it. the scent of rain, flowing through the tangled flowers and in the window. and it seems to be falling harder and harder.
i love this wedding photo of my parents, heading out of the church with umbrella in hand to avoid the august rain on their wedding day. my beautiful parents are celebrating their 50th wedding anniversary in a few weeks. they are off on a river cruise in russia together and we'll have a lovely family gathering to celebrate when they return. they married young, on my mother's 21st birthday. he was 23. and they married after a very short courtship. he was moving across the country to medical school in california. so she cut her college career short, became his wife
and supported them working as a secretary, until i was born, 5 years later. a leap of faith. alot of love. somehow they knew it was right. and they have always worked to keep it strong. they really have a wonderful marriage, that couple who enjoys being together, all the time. maybe a little rain on a wedding day is good luck afterall.
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