Our family of 100+ people have been gathered together all weekend celebrating my parents 50th wedding anniversary. Here is the tribute I presented to them at the reception last night. But since it is impossible to talk over such a crowd comprised of mostly young children I thought I'd post it here for my parents and those who love them to enjoy.
Mom and Dad -
We have all come together to honor you at this special time. As you sit here you may wonder at how so many years could have passed so quickly. Or perhaps you just gaze out at this large gathering, in awe of what you have created, day by day, together over the last 50 years.
Our hearts full of gratitude for the covenant you made to each other in the Logan temple, for being part of this large, eternal family. This is the greatest gift that you could have given to your children and to all of your posterity.
This covenant is based on love for one another and love for our Heavenly Father. All of your actions over the years spoke of this love.
As children most of our days were started with the smell of fresh cologne mixed with cooked eggs and slightly burnt toast, the noise of Mom then scrapping the burned toast and Dad calling to her for morning prayer. You always prayed close to the stove - maybe so the eggs wouldn’t burn also - but it was always on the carpeted area between the kitchen and dining room. That patch of carpet wore smooth and grey over the years - both from running children but mostly because of your morning prayer routines.
We would sometimes eaves-drop on the prayers and hearing you plead for the needs of our family collectively and as children individually gave us a comfort and confidence to begin our days, knowing we were being watched over by loving parents.
After each prayer you always exchanged kisses and “I love you’s” - so often that even Elvis our parrot said "I love you" every time he heard "amen."
This marriage had a storybook beginning, a brilliant nerd wooing the beautiful, and sought after socialite. The story of your courtship was a favorite to be told often around the dinner table.
No amount of children, laundry or work ever got in the way of the romance that began in your courtship. With the exception of one hay bailing anniversary at the farm, no July 7 was complete without roses as a commemoration of the beginning of our family. Though the roses may have been placed on a counter covered in paperwork or dirty dishes to be cleared – they were there as a reminder to us children of the love and honor Dad felt for Mom.
At 5:30 every weekday Mom would fluff her hair and reapply her bright red lipstick. Why? Because, she'd say, “I want to look pretty for my boyfriend when he gets home”.
Friday evenings smelled of Chanel perfume, the perfume Dad picked up for Mom in Paris. These date nights were set apart as an escape from the ongoing rigors of raising our family, and the Chanel meant that these dates were still special. Especially beloved was the annual Providence Hospital ball when Dad would dress in a tux and Mom in a floor length skirt.
Dad protected Mom and would not hear of even the youngest of children speak in ill tones to her.
Mom honored Dad and never criticized him – even when he shipped home yet another African animal trophy.
All that is good in us today is a result of your vision and what you strived to teach your children. Your example of hard work, service and love now extends into the lives of your grandchildren - and soon great-grandchildren - as we all try to emulate your great legacy of faith and love.
A probing reporter once asked Dad: “what are your thoughts about planned parenthood?” Dad looked him in the eyes with a deep, straight face and boldly declared… "this is the plan".
What a great team you both made in executing this plan. Today we celebrate the fruits of your labor and the 50 beautiful years full of love and laughter.