50 years ago, on April 11, 1959 my parents were married. Lucky for my sister and I, of course, since we were blessed with the perfect parents. My childhood was full of family and friends. My parents made such a family for us, and we were always surrounded by grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, second cousins, those we adopted as "family" but are still family, and friends. We were given everything we ever wanted. But I think over the years, the bicycles, the video games, the cars (all those we crashed of course), and the enormous tuition bills became less important than the bonds we created as a family over the years. No family is perfect. There are good times and there are struggles. But in the long run, what matters are these relationships. Anyone who knows
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