|The wedding site|
On this day in 1996 Richard and I had already been a couple for 17 years. We had raised two sons. We had forged two careers. We had purchased a home together (and numerous new cars). But what we had never done was get married. Not because Richard didn't want to. He had asked me several times. (Read that to say several hundred times). I had an engagement ring. I'd had it for a number of years. But I just couldn't say 'yes' to actually getting married. I had been burned once. I needed to be sure!
But on this day, August, 6, 1996, the time had come. Along with our friends, Doug and Rozann, and their two little ones we took the plunge. Richard and Doug waited at our chosen spot. The finishing touches were put on my hat. The tattoo (something blue) was completely hidden from view. Flowers were produced. We were ready to go.
I walked down the steep, wooden steps to the 'Wedding Tree' to meet my soul-mate. My chosen one. The man I would call my husband.
Waiting in the meadow, with wild-flowers and grasses to our knees, were Richard, Doug, and the minister. We faced each other and held hands. I promised to take him as my lawful husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part. Behind us was the sparkling waters of Lake Isabel. Tiny cabins dotted the mountains in the background. People stopped on the path to watch. Fishermen stopped fishing as the music started.
The minister played his guitar and sang, There Is Love, The Wedding Song by Peter, Paul, and Mary!
We were married! It wasn't a perfect union. What marriage is perfect? But he was my soul-mate. My life partner. The man I loved until death parted us. And today I miss him. Happy Anniversary Richard!