Twenty nine years ago today I said “I do.” Bill and I had an outdoor wedding at my parent’s house. I had nine bridesmaids and Bill had nine groomsmen. At the time I didn’t realize how this must have stressed my poor mother out. She never complained. In fact, I suspect she enjoyed the wedding more than I did because it was the wedding she never had. My dad and mom eloped. She was sixteen and he was twenty six. They snuck off to Tennessee, tied the knot and surprised everyone back home with a phone call. I wasn’t there of course but I don’t think the news was well received.
Anyway, mom and dad both seemed to enjoy my wedding. They loved Bill and were really happy to have him as a son-in-law. My brother was thrilled I’d found someone he actually liked and my friends all liked him too. Bill was a Michigan boy, a Yankee through and through, but he adapted so well to the south that he fit right in. He learned to love Willie Nelson and Waylon Jennings. He gave up hockey for UK Basketball (well he still watches hockey but not as much as basketball) and he quickly caught on to the difference in corn and squash.
Twenty nine years, five children and one grandchild later, we’re still in love and plan to stay that way for at least twenty nine more years.
I love you honey. Happy Anniversary.