The grainy, black-and-white photographs from 1946 fluttered to the floor, free from decades of bondage among hundreds of photos in my mother's leather albums. I picked up the images and stared at my parents and strained to imagine the young couple in love.
grew up watching my father sparkle whenever my mother was in the room. He was in constant awe of her, whether she was rolling enough grape leaves to fill a whole pressure cooker or dazzling onlookers as she danced the Charleston at a party.
I've learned a few things in particular from my mother, whom I have watched blossom and reinvent herself time and time again throughout my life. In honor of Mother's Day, here are five marriage lessons I've learned from this awesome lady.
It was my sister and I giving our dad away. And all I could think about as I slowly, but not too slowly, put one high heel in front of the other down the carpeted aisle, was that I did not want to give my dad away.