Today is a Significant Day
Today is a jumping up an down twirling in circles kind of day..
Today is one of those kind of days that leaves a path of vivid thankfulness on your memory..
Today is a milestone and today is a delicious treat..
Today is the Mr's and My 35th WEDDING ANNIVERSARY
and on top of that today is the day that my daughter, a surprise to me until the other day, is taking me to see the Broadway Play WICKED!!!
And dinner at Luigi's Italian Restaurant..
eating my favorite Clam Linguini..
Oh my goodness what a day it is going to be..
The Mr is off this morning doing his other favorite thing in life...
Don't get it I admit it...
So anyway back to the
35 YEARS of marriage? Are you kidding me?
Was it really that long ago?
And to think it all started with 2 17 year olds, a pregnant dog named Kapok and ultimately, too much tequila, falling off a big pair of platforms and into a long haired hippie guys lap..sorry Mom!
You are most likely, having just read the above, thinking to yourself..."what the f?"
Well to enlighten you just a bit...
In the spring of 1974, in the halls of Joel E. Ferris HS, there were all sorts of
kids roaming the halls...
You know the general mix..
The sports guys
The Socialite girls
The brainy kids
The shop kids
The don't quite fit in anywhere kids
The quiet ones
The obnoxious ones
And then there were the long haired hippie kids like
The ultimate 70's kids I'd like to think..
And then there was this one guy!!!
I'd had my eye on him for some time..
Long beautiful brown hair with highlights of gold..
A pewter marijuana belt buckle..that, I am sure made my Dad the cop quite happy!!
Green parka coat, moccasins on his feet..
He was shy, yet confident in a quiet kind of way..
He liked to take walks in the woods and take photographs..
He didn't drive but chose to ride his bike or walk to his destination...
In my opinion, amazingly cool!
I tried for quite some time to get him to notice me, but he
wasn't THAT guy..you know the guy who knows he's cool..
Like I said he was quiet and sooo nice..
He had his friends, the friends he had grown up with and he had only had 1 girlfriend, whom he dated for a couple of years and collected Beatle's albums with..before me..
Then one day I heard that his dog, Kapok was her name, was having puppies..
Well, lets just say, I viewed that as my ultimate opening...
A reason to approach and maybe have a conversation..
But before I could do that I had to try to convince my Mom and Dad to let me have a puppy...REALLY? That was my plan?
Don't ask me how I did it, but I got them to agree...
They never agreed with me about anything..proven argument for you can't mess with destiny!
So started the conversations...and of course, once the puppies were born, the visits to choose one..
We became acquainted, started to converse,
admittedly just about puppies and such, but hey
conversation is conversation in the goal of love..
And then one day I came to school with laryngitis..
He had a cure...
Sorry Mom, yes we were young and stupid..
So anyway...off we go..
Me in my cutest jeans, long red hair, and 2 inch platform clogs..
Seriously, they looked just like this..
Back to the story...
Arrive at the party, crack open the tequila...
(what idiot actually bought the tequila for a couple of 17 year olds...did they have no shame?)
Ok..so young, stupid us..
salt, tequila, lime..you know the drill..
Then..girl who has never had tequila before,
girl feels the affects, girl trips and falls off her platforms,
girl lands right in the lap of said guy she had had her eye on for sometime,
begged her parents to let her have a puppy just so she would have a reason to talk to him guy..
Evidently he didn't mind that the dumb long haired, red headed girl who just fell off her platforms after 2 straight shots of Tequila, had landed in his lap..
He looked at me and THEN PLANTED A BIG OLE SMACK A ROO RIGHT ON MY LIPS!!!
Honestly, I don't remember much of the rest of the night..
I know that I did wake up the next morning cured..and
I know that the rest is as they say "History"...
My white puppy was the love of our life...we named her Dubi (and my parents thought that it was so cute that we named her after my favorite band "The Doobie Brothers")
Oh my goodness..!!!
"The guy" and I became inseparable..and 1 year after graduating in 1975, on an amazingly beautiful spring day we married at the little church I grew up in..
Not a very good picture, but the only one I could find..
It was at this point I thought I would run downstairs and grab assorted photos of our wedding and younger year..scan them and share..
but after a couple hours of digging..WHERE ARE THEY?
Lets just say, 35 years of stuff, and may I add, not the most organized stuff..they are hiding..somewhere..
Most likely in that special place I put things to keep them safe and then can never find them..
Oh well..the pictures are in my head and my heart..
Hmmm 35 years..
It has been a wonderful life filled with
thousands of amazing moments that will live forever in our hearts and minds..
2 incredible children
numerous pets of all kinds
amazingly beautiful vacations together
But when all is said and done, it has been the best, most delightful, most wonderful life, filled with more love than could be imagined...
We are blessed..
We are together..
and we are a family...