Wednesday, January 08, 2014
Amazing. Where did the years go? I remember sitting on a plane with Ron the previous March, looking at a calendar and selecting a date.
Then the planning. Unlike weddings today, we were doing it on the cheap. It was a second marriage for us both, and back in 1983, most churches still wouldn't marry divorced people. Etiquette instructions for second marriages were no wedding dresses, no bridesmaids, no fancy anything. The theory was, I guess, that if you failed in a first marriage you would fail in a second. I wore a long white silk skirt, a silk blouse, and a sapphire blue silk velvet jacket, all hand made. A few years back I succumbed to the "if you haven't used it in a year, get rid of it", so I gave away the skirt and blouse. I wish I had kept them. I still have the jacket, though, and I am SO glad!
So here we are, 31 years later. His son and my three sons are all grown and gone, and parents of our grandchildren. We have lived in the same house for 28 1/2 years, and are surrounded by things that we acquired together, with just a couple of pieces from our first marriages.
My husband looks a lot older than he did then: what hair he has left is white, he walks with a stoop. I still look pretty much the same, but with glasses and highlighted hair. I was thin when I married him and weigh a few pounds less now.
Where do the years go?