Sunday, November 1, 2009

A sweet day...28 years ago...

Twenty eight years ago, a young man proposed to me after church, in a rose garden. Yes, it was the first day of November and bitterly cold. Yes, he had just lost his job. But I didn't care. I was in love, and before he could finish his speech, I interrupted him and said YES I will marry you, and I have the date picked out.

Oh to be young and naive again. All that mattered was that Robert had finally proposed, and I could begin the wedding plans. For years I'd wanted to be married on April 3. I'm not sure why. The only reason I can think of now was that April and the number 3 was my favourite month and number.

Does young love need to make sense? Anyhow, for two solid weeks I floated on cloud 9 until I had to come down to reality and focus on boring wedding plans. I was more interested in the honeymoon and living happily ever afterwards. I've always felt that weddings are a total waste of money. Too bad the whole ceremony couldn't be skipped...but my family wanted a lovely wedding for me, so I had to go along with it. Looking back, I do wish I could have eloped.

Oh the memories.

2 comments:

Jacqueline said...

I was waiting for a picture of the bride and groom....go dig in the closet and see what you can find! Yes, money spent on weddings is insane. I think weddings are beautiful and in Gods plan but we don't have to go broke in the midst of them. Simplify, simplify. Cheers to April 3rd...you just knew that you knew that you knew...Marriage is a joy for me too.

peppermint said...

Congratulations a little late. I've been out of touch for a while. Thanks for sharing your beautiful proposal story. It's so fun to reminisce. Have a wonderful week,
Hugs and glitter, Patti