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Love Beyond Measure
Growing up, I knew I had it good. I had two parents who not only loved me and my siblings with everything they had, but they also loved each other and had no issue showing it.
I remember being a teenager watching them walk down the sidewalk in front of me. I’d hang back because… it’s so not cool to hang with the folks, right? I’d watch their hands swing between them, firmly clasped together and I’d roll my eyes.
As I matured though, just that simple gesture warmed my heart. By that time, half of my friend’s parents had split up or barely tolerated each other. They’d put on an act out in public, but behind closed doors, they each did their separate thing.
Not my parents.
They continued holding hands as they walked down the street. They’d snuggle on the couch and watch the news together. It was more than that though.
If I went somewhere with my dad, he was always on the lookout for something for my mom. I didn’t know why he spoiled her so much, but looking back, it just showed how she never strayed far from his mind.
This undying love is more evident now than it has ever been.
It’s a struggle watching my mother decline. It’s frustrating listening to the same thing over and over again. I was really concerned that my dad wasn’t going to be able to handle it.