Sunday, July 21, 2013
Thirteen years ago John and I were married out in my parents back garden. A lot has changed in that time and we've certainly had our trials and tribulations but we've survived. We now live in my parents house (my father passed away in 2006 and my mom moved to a "home") so everyday we look out at the very spot we said our vows.
Peaches, our beloved dog, was my flowergirl and she lead me out to the smiling faces of our close family, friends and neighbours. It was all I could have wished for but even then we had our own unique ways. We didn't want a traditional honeymoon so John's aunt and uncle offered us their cabin. We got a flat tire, I ended up with a horrific migraine but the funniest thing was the morning after!
When I get sick I get cold. John had to light the wood stove and I spent the night lying on a sagging couch in front of it. The pain was pretty intense and it was very late before the medication kicked in and I dosed off. I told John to go to bed and I'd be fine. Sometime early the next morning I woke up in a daze and couldn't find John.
I pulled myself together and went out on the deck to see if I could see him and there he was....dressed in his Aunt Joan's pink fuzzy housecoat, hairy legs and all, chopping more firewood!
We've always had our own version of romance. We are not your typical lovey dovey couples and we don't very often show our love in public . I told him years ago that if he ever called me "babe" I'd smack him so I'm his "snoo-ger-roo" and he is Johnno.
Anyway, here is what I posted on Facebook for him today
It truly sums up our relationship and our twisted sense of humour. Later tonight we will light a few tea lights on our patio and dance with Maddy, Louisa and Ginger to our wedding song "Forty-five Years From Now" by Stan Rogers,