The Perfect Divorce

I got married in August of last summer. It was a beautiful, small wedding at a local restaurant that hubby and I really like, with a few select friends and family members and no clergy. I wore flowers in my hair and we danced the night away.
I'm getting carried away... This post isn't about my wedding, or my marriage.

I, like hubby and millions of others, am from a broken home. My parents divorced when I was ten and we've been raised primarily by my mother. My father was an anecdote through much of my teenage years. These past few years, we've grown closer, mostly due to Skype and cheap long distance rates. We talk on the phone almost daily.
Amazingly, through all these years and despite the ocean between them, my parents have grown closer, remembering and rekindling their friendship. Despite the fact that their marriage may have not worked out for the best, "till death do us part" and all that, they are still the friends they were years ago. And they share two kids and years of history.

This morning I picked my dad up from the airport. He's on a two week visit to Israel and it's great to see him. And while most people wouldn't come near their ex-es with a stick, my dad's first stop is my mom's house (and the falafel place down the street from her!). We just got back home from a wonderful dinner at a restaurant together - the four of us - my mom, dad, brother and myself. They laughed and bantered throughout dinner, joking about how many years they'd be married if... (31) and how many years they've been divorced (18). As we were about to order coffee and dessert my mom asks my dad what flavor ice cream. "37 years of marriage and you still have to ask?!" he teased her.
"Nu...(c'mon!) Aren't you going to put sugar in your coffee?" she asks as he takes a sip sans sugar.
"No. No more sugar in my coffee."
"See, things change." she retaliates.
"Not ice cream. Chocolate. Always chocolate." He replies with a laugh.

As we sat at that table for over three hours, laughing, joking and talking, at one point my brother turned to me and said, "We may not have been given a good example of a happy, successful marriage, but we sure learned how to do the divorce right!" Grrr... gotta love my brother. Hit the nail on the head. Seriously, with today's divorce rates, while I wish everyone a truly happy marriage, if that doesn't work out, I can at least wish you a wonderful divorce - just like my parents'!