Our anniversary.
Best Friend Cindy remembered our anniversary, but it slipped past the spouse and I like it always seems to. We both forgot all about it.
Fifteen years ago on December 10th, 1992 at 10am on a beautiful Winter morning, Richard and I were married at the Memory Gardens in Monterey, California. It wasn’t a huge or fancy wedding; just my parents, his mother and brother, my brother Jim, Cindy and a couple of other close people.
I suppose one of the reasons we forgot was because we both had something on our minds. It sort of ruined most of the day for us.
It’s funny, though, even my mother forgot about our anniversary this time. She’s always been pretty good about remembering it. But, we make so little a fuss over it, I guess she’s no longer making a fuss either. It’s all right.
Our real anniversary is February 10th. That’s when we first met. We would have met on the 6th, but work and a short visit to his family took precendence. If it had been possible, we would have married on the 10th of February in 1993, but there was a very good chance my dad would not have been able to make it to the wedding and he really wanted to come. As it turned out, my dad passed away in 1993.
Our wedding was a do-it-yourself affair. We didn’t have much in the bank and we both wanted to go to Vancouver for our honeymoon. Alaska was the first choice, but a cruise was definately out of the question. A train trip along the coast was the way to go and we had a fantastic time; in the dead of Winter.
Anyway, so it’s been fifteen years. I still love my husband. He’s a very good man. Ain’t it great that he loves me, too?
