Tomorrow will be mine and Donald's thirty-second wedding anniversary. I was twenty years old when we got married and Donald had just turned twenty-one in July. When you have been together more years than you have been apart is when you realize how two can be one eternally.
We passed that landmark a few years ago. But if you think we are bored with each other, think again. We may be boring and not much fun and old stick in the mud's, but be assured we love each other in a deep old fashioned way. We can ignore each others embarrassing little "things" that happen when least expected. We take pleasure in small things and are happy just being in the same room with each other.
One of the things we have done through the years was brought to mind by Carol's video mentioned in her last blog. I have always longed to be a dancer gliding across the floor in my partner's arms. It always looks so romantic; being held close and gazing into one another's eye's. One of our first dates was to a dance at ABAC. I was thrilled to find out Donald could dance. My former boyfriend always looked like a chicken with his head cut off, when he danced. Slow dancing consisted of rocking side to side with our arms wrapped around one another. Now Donald thinks he can't dance but considering I try to lead half the time, I think we do quite well. It has been one of the ways we have shown our children how their parents still find each other attractive after all these years. We hold each other close and sway and spin around, throwing in an occasional kiss for effect. The reaction we rarely fail to get is as they say "priceless." Lots of "ugh's and get a room comments" I have lost a lot of memories in the last few years due to a couple of near emotional breakdowns. Donald has been very supportive of me doing what I have to do to take care of myself. He will be glad to know that the memories of the early years of our courtship and marriage are still clear and wonderful to me. The secret to our years together is that he has always made me feel like the most beautiful woman in the entire world. He says I married him just to get out of Brookfield but in truth I married him because who could resist a guy who changed himself so much and looked so great when he walked up the steps of the house in Brookfield in his Navy whites. (think Richard Gere in Officer and Gentleman) I knew he knew the meaning of the word commitment when he gave up having his family at our wedding just so we could be married in the temple in Washington D.C. for time and all eternity.
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Happy Anniversary to you guys. Remember my "third wheel" dates with you guys and my pretending to be a prisoner of yours in the back seat? Remember Rudy LoMonaco? Thanks for that memory. Remember the trip to Washington D.C. for your marriage license? Remember your first Thanksgiving in Tennessee and I cooked your turkey? Remember the ice storm? Remember the doting aunt who made sure Jennifer had a new outfit every week? Remember raising Matthew for weeks and Jed in daycare? Remember Helen's birth? I saw a side of you that NO ONE has seen except maybe Donald! Remember me holding Helen for the first time? And, David, I remember the fear and concern we all had after his accident. Remember ordering your first home-delivered pizza? Remember driving the two vehicles from Pennsylvania? Remember the driving in the night to Illinois to help our sister and you laying on the floor of the car while going over the Paducah bridge? Remember Donald's BIG hair? Remember Timothy? Remember the Sunday we girls picniked at the cemetary?
Thanks for the memories. Thanks for being there. Thanks for being a constant. Thanks for being the exception. Thanks for being a great little sister!
I'm going to cry! This is all really sweet:)
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