Happy 35th anniversary! (since our wedding on June 25, 1988!)
When I was 16, I came across an article that struck me—one where the (female) author made an intriguing conjecture about women:
“Unconsciously,” she said, “We don’t want to marry someone just like our fathers; we actually want to marry someone just like our mothers.”
Hmmm. Was that true—at least for a good number of us women? I pondered its meaning for thirty seconds or so. But somehow the notion remained in my head.
Seven years later my mother died at 54, and six years after that I met you.
And that’s when I understood the author’s words. I had fallen in love with someone—a sweet man from Iran—with something in his makeup that reminded me of my mother!
It isn’t just that you’re a nurturer by nature, just like Mom was in her strong, yet understated way.
And it isn’t just that you’re generous to a fault, by which you freely give away your time, talents, and acts of service, like Mom did.
It also lies in the uncanny and quirky coincidence of qualities you share—I mean, my darling Mom and the darling man I married:
Had Mom been alive, I believe she would have been the first in my family to understand that you were for me.
And you were the first between you and me to find Mom’s graveside again when we returned from Iran after four years away.
The truth is—without ever having met, you are kindred spirits in my eyes, and you both still bloom in my heart.
How deeply and gratefully I celebrate you both on our thirty-fifth (coral) anniversary!
Dr. Leslie Ahmadi discovered her intercultural calling in her parents’ home at age four--where between the jazz, the spirituals, and the rock ‘n roll music, she heard folk songs in languages from around the world. Thirty years later she had a doctorate in foreign language and culture education--and her folk song guitar never far away.