50 years together: this is their love story💕

 My parents met when my mom was in highschool. She was riding down main street in Littleton, NH in a friends convertible when my dad drove by on his motorcycle. He turned around and followed them to the Littleton Diner. He goes in and ask my mom on a date. Of course she says no but my dad was determined. After a few turn downs she finally said yes. After that they were inseparable. They spent the whole summer hanging out, going to the lake, meeting each other's family's(my mom's father liked my dad very much and my dad's mother liked my mom), going on motorcycle rides  and getting to know each other. My dad had a love for the road and adventure. My mom was one for taking care of her little sister and being with family so when my dad asked her to get married she said no. They ended up going there own way but stayed friends. My mom went to Downers Grove, Chicago where she went to finishing school and then worked as a telephone operator, later making a career as a banker. She got married to her first husband Robert which is the father of my older sister and older brother. My dad ended up in Troy, Texas and then getting drafted into the military. He had gotten married to a lady that was a little bit older than him who had a huge farm down there. He spent eight years in the army and going to vietnam, Korea and Germany. After 13 years of marriage and having my sister and brother my mom ended up getting divorced. My dad came back to the States and ended up getting a divorce. They both went back to the area where we are from. My fathers mother found out my mom was back in the area and invited her and the kids  down to the farm in Rochester, NH for a Sunday lunch. She told my mom that my dad was back as well and he would be at lunch. So my mom and siblings went down to the farm. My parents took one look at each other and realized they still were in love with the other. They ended up getting married 3 months later on August 9th, 1975. In December of 1975 my mom found out she was pregnant with me. When she told my dad he was over the moon, one reason they named me Joy. My mom was 35 and my dad was 36 when they welcomed me into the world on Thursday July 1st, 1976. My sister was 16 and my brother was 10. I never saw my parents fight or have to many arguments. Each year it seems they are more and more in love, which I don't think could be possible. Someday I pray God  send me my other half and that our love story can be kinda like theirs. I'm blessed to call them my parents. 

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