Part One: The Meeting.

The year was 1978. Jane was twenty-two and John was twenty-one.


(quite almost about the same age they appear here.)


My parents met at a young enough age, an age where all you want to do is stay young but still grow up. Where you want to fall in love and never forget. Where getting your heart broken meant the end of the world and your still quite unsure of where you would like to go in life. Now contrary to most couples, my parents had not been dating for four-five years before they got married. If memory served they had been together a mere year, but that still didn't mean it wasn't enough.

My father had met my mother while she was still in nursing school, when she was busy doing her diploma in midwifery, through mutual friends. They had fallen for each other back then and still to this day love each other just as much as day one. They have fun together and laughing with each other, they also sit home and do nothing together. The main point being they're still together and still happy, something you wish for your own life if you're lucky enough.

Part Two: The Wedding.

On November 10, 1979 my parents got married. My mom was wearing a very lovely and elegant white dress. The dress had no shoulders but two thin strips over them and then chiffon covering that which the dress did not. Unfortunately you can't see her shoes in the photo, I think they were probably even more lovelier than her dress. Where as my father on the other hand, he was wearing a pretty snazzy pin-stripe suit, with a corsage attached to his left-side pocket. He was looking quite dashing and debonair while doing so.

Part Three: The Life

For the next thirty years John and Jane have built a life together. They have grown together in ways that they never knew people could. They've endured life's ups and downs, been through sickness and health. They've had the average 2.5 children and then added another 1.5 to the batch just for kicks.



They've been places, they've traveled through Europe. They've seen the dark alleys of London, they've raised their four children like most parents will never be able to. They've put others before themselves for the most part of their lives and still continue till this day.

Part Four: The Future.

This is not where their journey ends, no. This, is where it continues.

Dear John and Jane.
Dear Mother and father.
I love you.
I wish you all the best for the next thirty years.
May you never doubt for a second.

With love.
your youngest daughter.