Yesterday was my parent's 43rd wedding anniversary. They were married back in 1968. Boy how times have changed. Looking at their wedding photos they both look cautiously happy and a little nervous. At only 19 they were getting married, expecting their first child and shortly after their wedding my Dad was drafted to Vietnam. I couldn't imagine dealing with all of that at my ripe old age of 30, yet alone at 19. But lucky for them (and my sisters and me!) everything worked out the way it was supposed to. They've had an amazing and solid marriage and I'm thankful to have them as my parents.