19 years ago today I wore the most expensive dress a woman ever wears and
hurried walked down the aisle to say two little words that sealed my fate. I do! Married. Spoken for. Taken. With this ring… As my Dad and I got out of the hired Jaguar on my wedding day, I remember him turning to me and asked “Are you sure that this what you want?” It was his paternal way of loving me and making sure I wasn’t doing anything ridiculous and giving me a way out if I had any doubts whatsoever.
And I remember replying something along the lines of “Absolutely, get me down that aisle, I have never been more sure of anything in my life!”
We spent last night away to celebrate our 19 years of being married and still liking each other. Ever since that day (and during our dating) I have never looked at, nor thought about any other man in ‘that way.’ My heart is his alone. Monogamy is bliss.
I didn’t marry the right man and he didn’t marry the right woman, we have both worked hard at our marriage all these years to become the right people for each other. We have kept our hearts soft, prioritized spending quality time together, served each another daily and keep our souls teachable. That would be the wisdom I would give those yet to be married. Hearts soft, spend time together, serve one another and be teachable.
After 19 years it doesn’t matter that your anniversary pic has the wind blowing your hair all over the place, it just reminds you that you were at a Cafe overlooking the beach, salt in our nostrils and had conversation that was savoured as much as the food.
Then we rocked the night away at the Roxette Concert… loved creating a date night memory with the one I love. Made us feel like teenagers, except for the sore butt/back we had after 2 hours squished in little stadium seats. PS thanks Steven for the Roxette tickets, we had a great time!