My dad purchased a beautiful (and expensive) canvas painting that captured their scenery. It looks much like this:
The picture has been hanging over our mantel for the past 25 years....in all 9 houses. It is a lovely reminder of their beginning and the life of beauty they have lived.
But whenever I look at this picture, I also imagine a tearful Pam and a stubborn Mark.
You see, whenever my mom vacationed with her family as a child, her parents would buy her a sweatshirt from every place they visited. It was a tradition...one that my dad quickly ruined. He refused to buy her a sweatshirt, insisting that the painting was instead a souvenir that would last for decades.
This week, my parents are back at Lake Louise to celebrate their 25th wedding anniversary.
My mom called me last night and said with an undeniable smile in her voice,
"your dad just bought me my sweatshirt"
to which he added,
"it took me 25 years, but I finally got it right"
