26 Years Ago
November 5, 2010 § 1 Comment
My parents have been married for 26 years and two days.
Their first date over 26 years ago was like 12 hours long. They went to Fisherman’s Wharf on the San Francisco Bay.
I have since been to that Wharf–eaten clam chowder from a sourdough bowl, bought a few chocolates from Ghirardelli’s, imagined my young parents walking through the night and into the morning, telling each other their stories in a way they never could have before.
Since that first date, they’ve had their share of heartaches, but both of them still believe in soul mates. To me, that means everything.
On their first date my parents disagreed about what made the evening so romantic. My mom said it was the wind, but my dad said, “No no no, it’s the lights!”
My dad wrote a poem about it later (which I’ve memorized):
I thought it was the lights
But perhaps it was the wind
That swept us away
While the stars smiled
And we amazed
Felt it again
My mom still has a copy of the poem 26 years later. I think the end of the poem means more now than it ever could have then:
We amazed felt it again and again and again . . .