My parents’, that is.
Thirty one years ago today, my mother walked down the aisle to marry my father.
She was a beautiful bride, no? She wore the dress that her sister-in-law had worn a few years before. When I got married, I asked where the dress was because I thought we might be able to alter it and make it work for my wedding! Or maybe just the veil… Turns out that no one knows where that dress ended up! Oh well.
She says it was the best reception ever – cake and champagne. What else would you need? They were on a budget and decided against a full dinner. Everyone who attended got a little buzzed with the alcohol and sugar. Perhaps we should re-examine our ideas about long receptions with lots of cost involved. Sometimes smaller is better.
Today is their first anniversary where Dad isn’t there to give her flowers or tell her how much he loves her. So I’m putting this out there on the internet to remind her that he did. An absolute ton. So much love that it’s beyond words.
His presence is going to be missed a lot today. His marriage to my mother taught me how you become a partner – patience, care and a whole bunch of love. I can’t imagine what kind of person I’d be without his example over those many years. I’m glad I was able to experience true love in my parents’ marriage, when many people don’t have that luxury. I think it’s why I have such an awesome marriage of my own – I knew what to look for and how hard to work. Thanks for that, Dad.
Happy 31st wedding anniversary, Mom and Dad. :)