Mr & Mrs Hobbs

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks,
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know,
That music hath a far more pleasing sound.
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.

Sonnet 130 William Shakespeare

Twenty eight years ago today, after eight years of courtship, my Mom and Dad got married. A house called home and three daughters later those two young people who fell in love are still very much together. 

I can only dream of such enduring love and I guess my dating history has very much been thwarted by the rose tinted history of my parents. At 16 I wondered where my great love was and every failed relationship afterwards wondered ever more. Their long and happy marriage is a constant reminder that there is hope still left in this world and I endorse it with all my heart. 

Today is a celebration that it doesn't matter who you are, where your from of what you've done there is always the potential to make a connection with someone. My parents are no means perfect but they have shown me how to show respect and compassion for someone outside of yourself. 
I'm very lucky to call them Mom and Dad. 

Congratulations Mr & Mrs Hobbs! 

I found some gorgeous photos of mom in her heyday and my parents today :)