Today, August 12, 2012, is my parent’s 45th wedding anniversary.  It was legal to wed when you were five years old back then. That is why they’re so young. 45 years with another person.  As I flippantly said to them on their 30th wedding anniversary, “Wow.  30 years together.  That’s longer than I’ve been alive.”  One obvious result of their marriage is a brilliant daughter.  My sister, of course.  But I am serious when I say that I’m so glad they got together. Because even though I use to think I would have just been born to some other random parents, I…