Yesterday marked our 34th wedding anniversary.
Way before Hallmark, the florists, and jewelers decided to make October 18th Sweetest Day, we had chose it for our wedding day. We wanted the fall with it's colors, and the church and dance hall had all lined up for that date! It was a warm October day and I could just wear a sweater over my shoulders when outdoors. The fall colors were at their peak that year! I thought our service was beautiful. (I will never understand why our pastor referred to "Who's Afraid of Virginia Wolf?" in his sermon!)
We did our wedding on the cheap. I had invitations printed at a Quick Print in black and white. (Good thing as our church was being remodeled and I had to get them all reprinted!) My dress came off of the rack. Our flowers were Mum plants (except for the bouquet and wedding party's flowers).
The hall was just a typical dance hall in Wisconsin with broasted chicken and tips. We had a polka band that wasn't very good and no one danced. The band didn't play any of our requests and there was no wedding march. We also forgot to cut the cake! I felt bad that our reception was oh so boring and goofed up. Jim was missing most of the night as he was busy entertaining his family! I ended up at the bar with my brother in law sulking. All of a sudden, Jim appears and says "let's go home!" I told him how disappointed I was with our reception, and he said it didn't matter..."we're married! That's what's important!"
Last night we went out to dinner somewhere where we hadn't been before. It was okay...nothing fantastic, but that wasn't the point.
I was kind of sad that we had passed the cemetery where mom is resting, but Jim didn't want me to get all upset. Still, I felt so melancholy driving through the areas where mom grew up and was married, remembering her stories! Jim said it will take time to
come to terms with our loss, but she would have been happy for us and loved us both.