Saturday, January 3, 2009

Sunday Scribblings #144 -- for richer or poorer

It was Monday, the 29th of May, our wedding anniversary. Having just turned 21 a few months earlier, my husband and I were now officially adults, albeit still poor college students. Since there was no school, we had the whole day to celebrate our first anniversary.

My thoughts turned to our lovely wedding. It had been a very simple outdoor ceremony, attended only by close family members. There was no money for a lavish wedding, though my unpretentious husband would never have agreed to any such copious event had our budget allowed it. The weather that Saturday had been picture perfect – fluffy cotton clouds floated in the cerulean blue sky and the spring sunshine smiled upon us, basking us in warmth as we said our vows. There was no money for a honeymoon--that would have to wait till another time.

“How do you want to celebrate our anniversary?” my husband asked. The question brought me back to the present.

“Hmm….. I don’t know.” (I never did like to make those important decisions). "Maybe we could just go for a drive.” I said, ignoring the ominous-looking rainclouds that were forming in the sky above us.

So we hopped into hubby’s 1966 Dodge Charger, which he had purchased for the whopping sum of $96, and headed for... anywhere.

As we neared the local grocery store, hubby said, “Do you want to stop and get a snack?”

“Sure, let’s do.”

A few minutes later, we returned to the car with a bag of chips and some pop. The Charger seemed to point in a westerly direction, so we obliged.

“How about we stop at the ‘rez’ and feed the ducks?” Hubby asked.

“Sounds good to me.”

As we started to enter the reservoir area, the grey clouds began to release the rain they had been storing all morning.

“Guess we’ll just have to watch the ducks, today,” I said, not letting the rain dampen my spirit.

So, we sat in the car, eating our chips and drinking our pop. Observing the circles created by the drops of rain as they plopped onto the surface of the water, we mused how wonderful it was that ducks were waterproof and basked in the warmth of each other’s company. The drip-drop of the rain on the windshield reminded us of the pitter-patter of tiny feet that was sure to greet us when we returned home. (No, we didn’t have any children yet-- I refer to Tabitha, our first kitty).

Fast forward several years:
We were blessed with a lovely daughter. Tabitha lived to the ripe old age of 19, and we have adopted and loved many other cats since her. We still live in the bungalow where hubby grew up. And although we have never yet taken that honeymoon, we are still enjoying our life together as best friends. Tell me, am I shamefully rich or what!

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  1. nice to have married your high-school sweetheart.

    this is an enchanting sentence: The drip-drop of the rain on the windshield reminded us of the pitter-patter of tiny feet that was sure to greet us when we returned home.

    sounds like you didn't need a honeymoon!

  2. You are indeed richly blessed! And might I add, you told this story very well! I could envision the setting. It was as if I had been there at some time in my life. :) Mine, if I ever get it finished, is the opposite of yours!

  3. I think you're still ON your honeymoon! Sometimes a honeymoon can last a lifetime!

  4. It's not the stuff we have or the tings we do; it's who we are with that is important!

    Well done!

  5. sometimes wedded bliss can be just that,,, leave it alone,, don't shoot for the stars,, stay home and love each other.....

  6. Indeed... life is not measure in what we accumulate but in the love that consumes us!
    I loved your post!

  7. I'm not sure why you can't see my post. Maybe blogger is having a fit of some kind. It looks okay when I pull it up. I re-read your story, and liked it even more this time around!

  8. i love ur story its very good

  9. I love your definition of is but the only one that matters (well, health is its twin). Like you, I also married my high school sweetheart and we're coming upon 30 years of marriage this month. I smiled while reading your post because I so understood this - we might have not had many things but we had each other and that was all that mattered. Nicely narrated. I will be adding you to my blogroll.... I like the way you tell your stories.