HAPPY 30th ANNIVERSARY TO THE ANGELS I CALL MOMMY AND DADDY. Still. I don’t care.
Amidst the sappy snuggly sugary sweet stories I am about to share, I promise this will somehow to relate to our store. Actually, let me just get it out the way right now. My parents own The Desert Cottage. There. Just kidding.
On the real, I will begin with how much I admire my parents and how they have been able to work together for so long. They owned a mortgage company for almost 15 years together. And worked there together. Full time. Most people hear that and hear SUICIDE. I could imagine why they might think that, but that imagination is as far as it goes. I witnessed firsthand their relationship at work, integrating both personal and professional lives into this business; firsthand, meaning, as soon as I was able to decide I would rather work WITH MY PARENTS than attend public high school, I began to assist my dad at 15 years old. Not to mention, my sister and cousin worked there too. Mom, dad, babies, cousins, friends. This place was a great business, but also deluge of RELATIONSHIP. Maybe that’s why it was a great business.
As we all know, the market took a you-know-what, and so, the company closed down. After many YEARS of steadfast prayer, thought, and acknowledging each other all the while, The Desert Cottage became a feasible twinkle in their eye. I emphasize “years” because I even remember saying to my mom “Good grief, Mom just pick something and go with it!” It was her patient spirit and obedient heart that won in the end and blessed us all. Not only was she patient and willing, but so was my dad! They were truly in it TOGETHER. Now being able to look back, I can say: A) I learned myself a lesson; B) I want to be a couple like that; C) It’s no wonder I would happily be conjoined to the hip of my entire immediate family (would that be weird?). Oh and D) God’s way is the absolute best way.
My mother is the Proverbs 31 woman. The Desert Cottage is proof. My father is the antithesis of the man in 1 Timothy 5:8, that a man who does not provide for the members of his household has denied the faith and is worse than an unbeliever. He has always been our family’s hunter and gatherer, just like he was created to be.
Now. I think we should revel in the NUMBER OF YEARS my parents have under their belt. THIRTY! 30! Trenta! Holy smokes! I have been married 7 months, and you know what? It’s not easy. Not that I presume we wouldn’t make it to 30 years, but it makes me appreciate that longevity even more. The small, yet matchless experiences in 7 months are but a glimpse of what is to come in the next 29 years and 3 months. It can be kinda scary to think about, but seeing it firsthand for 23 years and being completely CONFIDENT on what matters most in a marriage, we will make it just as much of a success. I truly pray my children grow up to love me like I love my parents. It’s immeasurable.
Thank you, Mama and Daddy, for being the examples you are. You have made our lives wonderful. By “our” I mean everyone you have ever met. I am proud of you both for making it 30 years, growing a family who loves the Lord and loves each other, and running what is now TWO businesses together (yay)!
So there you have it, for those of you who wondered what the owners were like. 😉