Cary & Teresa (9.26.2019)

My parents got married 35 years ago today. 35 years. Woah. That is such a long time. 

My parents knew each other growing up as kids. They lived in different towns and attended very different high schools, but they went to the same church camp. My mom grew up in Marion, and my dad was raised on a farm in Converse, Indiana. My dad entered the workforce right after college, and my mom pursued her degree in Elementary Education. 

My dad is a very gregarious, even-tempered kind of guy. He has his passions, but it takes a lot to get him riled up. My mom, on the other hand, is a little more fiery and tells it like it is. They are both incredibly hardworking (working 50+ hours a week) and have always sacrificed everything for my sister and me. 

They are serious #relationshipgoals. Like any couple, they have had their struggles and hard times, but they have one of the strongest unions I have ever seen. They are best friends, each other’s biggest supporters and have a deep love for one another that is unwavering. 

They truly care for each other in the good times and bad, in sickness and health. My dad has taken care of my mom when she lost part of her finger in a boating accident and had an episode of strokes. He sat right by her side, in the scariest times, making sure she was ok. My mom has encouraged my dad to take better care of himself, reminds him to take his medicine and pushes to figure out exactly what’s wrong when he’s not feeling well. 
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I could only be so fortunate to find a love like the one my parents share. They are a true inspiration, and I feel very fortunate to have such a solid example of what a relationship should be. Day in and day out, we see the impact of unhealthy relationships on our kiddos. I have so much respect for their dedication, patience and care for one another.