Many long eons ago - on a planet far, far away - two young people who didn't know what they were getting themselves into stood up in front of a Presbyterian minister and a congregation of their friends and relations, and promised to love and support each other til the end of time, amen. In sickness and health and for better or worse, and all that stuff.
It was a teenage wedding and the old folks wished them well. . . . Well, one of us was a teenager anyway.
Today, M and I are celebrating another wedding anniversary. There have been many others since that day back in 1960-something when we got hitched. That day was, literally, one of the happiest days of my life. Even though the dress was too hot for August in Texas, and the florist delivered the wrong flowers, and it had rained the night before and the humidity was almost unendurable, and everyone (except M and me, but including, I think, the minister) wept all through the ceremony. I got the guy of my dreams, and I've still got him, and I love him even more now than I did then (although I wouldn't have said that was possible). The wedding may have been a near-disaster, but the marriage has been something like a miracle.
Happy anniversary, Sweetie!
congrats on your anniversary :) xxx
ReplyDeleteHappy Anniversary to two of my favorite people! And, yes,we all wept and this post makes me sort of weepy too and -- you both look about twelve!
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Happy Anniversary and congratulations.
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