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.