I love this photo. The dateless boys at the high school dance are sitting on hay bales. The guy on the far left appears to be getting up the nerve to ask someone if she would be interested in a slow dance.
And there’s a lone couple on the dance floor: my parents.
They were high school sweethearts. Mom was a 5’2″ clarinet-playing cheerleader with a bubbly personality. Dad was a star on the Diagonal, Iowa, High School Maroons basketball team and a self-professed nerd.
They fell in love back when gas cost 25 cents a gallon, the Everly Brothers were a sensation and the Hula Hoop was invented.
That was 50 years ago.
A few days from now, lovebirds will celebrate Valentine’s Day with chocolates and diamond pendants and promises of forever love.
Mom and Dad will celebrate their 50th Valentine’s Day as a married couple.
Makes you sort of rethink commitment, doesn’t it?
And here’s the coolest part. When I look at that old photo from the Autumn Dance, I can’t help but notice how some things haven’t changed a bit. Over the years, the physical space between the two dancers hasn’t widened a bit.
My siblings and I like to tease Mom and Dad; we call them “hand holders.” It’s hard to find a photo where Dad isn’t throwing his arm around his soul mate, pulling her in closer, holding her hand.
Happy Valentine’s Day, Mom and Dad. Thank you for your example of love.
… the greatest of these is love. 1 Corinthians 13:13