It's still Golden ... to me.

If my parents were still married, today would have been their 50-year wedding anniversary. After 7 children and 23 years, my mother and father divorced.

It was hard for me then ... it's hard for me now. Even after 27 years ... I have a suspicion that on some level - probably many levels - it's hard for them, too.

The death of a relationship, is just that. It's a death. The denial, anger, bargaining, depression and finally ... acceptance are all par for the course. But even once you accept that the relationship is gone ... there might always be a lingering sadness for the loss.

I remember being an 8-year old and trying to rationalize why my parents were no longer together. As a 35-year old ... I understand.

I know that having a successful marriage means finding the right person - and being the right person.

I know that there are some things - completely outside of our control.

I know that those things we can't control - are the things that if we let them ... can control us.

I know that my parents did the absolute best job that they could ... and for that, I love them both, deeply.

The relationship that I have with each of my parents ... is priceless. I am so thankful for them and with all my heart - I hope that Charlie and I are as good of parents to our children - as my parents are to me.

Fifty years ago today, my parents were married. Today, I'm celebrating that in this big world, they found each other. I'm celebrating that even though they are no longer a couple ... they are healthy and happy in their own lives. I'm celebrating that together, they brought seven souls in to this world ... and those seven souls have gone on to bring an additional 18 souls in to this world.

Three of which, are our amazing triplets.