As I reflected last year on this day, I’m able to mark off another year of marriage to my longsuffering wife.
It was a season of new beginnings, of fresh starts, and looking to the future together. For the most part, we were footloose and fancy-free, living in the moment and looking for adventure. We had so few plans or cares. So it was on the morning of June 5th, 1989, we sat having breakfast in a Winnipeg hotel, discussing how we’d like to spend our honeymoon. Neither of us had jobs, but we had an apartment, we had some cash, and we had some room on our credit cards, and we had traded vehicles with my parents, as their car was better on the highway than ours. We were open to pretty much anything for as long as our cash and credit could hold out.
“West,” I said. At the same time, she said “South.”
What to do? You might say we were ready to
Get [our] motor runnin’
Head out on the highway
Lookin’ for adventure
And whatever comes our way
Yeah Darlin’ go make it happen
Take the world in a love embrace…
But it was time to make our first married decision together. And the resulting excursion according to Google would look something like this:
We did both. Turned around at Tijuana.
You never know what lies ahead; the moments you’re in are precious, and sometimes you want to take them as they come without undue planning or fretting about the future. We started out that way and it’s been a difficult mode to keep… but we still never know what’s next.
Happy anniversary … may your marriage continue to be blessed by both/and.
Hmm.
1. First and most important: CONGRATULATIONS on your 18th anniversary! You and your lovely wife have been great friends to Wendy & I these past 20+ years.
2. Do I detect some “foreshadowing”? Whassup wit’ yo?
Happy Anniversary!
happy anniversary!
Wow, I think that was the day I graduated high school, ;-)
Happy Anniversary!
Thanks, all.
Rob, no foreshadowing intended… just meant that I don’t know what the future holds; ’twas ever thus, and ever thus will be.
Erin, just arrgh. Our oldest just turned 9 the other day, and she was figuring the anniversary math — we were married 9 years before she was born. So I say to my wife, “We’ve been married with kids as long as we were married without kids now.” She looks at me and says, “Yeah, and that one is halfway to being an adult now.” Arrgh.