Birds of a Feather Flock Together

Husband and I have been married almost twenty-nine years. (I can't believe this)

Throughout our courtship of three long months (shut up) and our subsequent marriage, we have often times stumbled on things that were very similar in our lives and interests when we were kids.

We both were maniacal marble collectors, so we have the odd jar brimming with marbles here and there in our house.

Superman was the only superhero as far as we were concerned.

We both sailed through school (he sailing more than studying by the looks of some of his report cards) until we hit abstract math.

We crashed and burned.

His parents are remarkably like my paternal grandparents. His mama's biscuits tasted just like my grandmother's did. And his daddy had a quirky way of reinventing words to suit him, as my grandfather did.

We've often shared erroneous thoughts we were sure were fact when we were children, and laugh that we believed some strange things.

We both loved music fervently, and still do, although most of the time it ain't the same kind of music.

We've discovered that twice our paths almost crossed (once as close as one office building between the two of us).

But I believe that God has perfect timing, and when we met, God took us slow through friendship. When I met Husband I never dreamed I would one day marry him. I just enjoyed him when I saw him. He was a funny guy.

I've often said that when I was married the first time for twelve loooong years, it felt as though I was living in a foreign land. I tried to fit in, I tried to do my best, but I was always struggling.

When Husband and I married, it was like coming home.

So, I'll leave you with this last bit of weird and true history.

When Husband was born, the first toy anyone ever gave him was an Indian brave doll.

When I was born, the first toy anyone ever gave me was an Indian little girl doll.

Strange, but true, ladies and gentlemen.

I guess it was just meant to be.

Going to the Chapel

Well, actually, I'm going to,uh, outside.

Anyway, I'm going to a wedding this evening. It's the fourth wedding I've been to in the last few years that has been held outside. During two of  these I almost froze to death, even though they were both in the time of year one should not have been all that cold outside.

Today, I just hope it doesn't rain.

I've had quite a week, what with Daughter's birthday celebration yesterday and several other less important things. Nothing has been on regular schedule, and that throws me off, being as old as I am and used to routine.

Although, it seems to have thrown off Daughter, too. She is rather hard to get up in the mornings, which is like saying the ocean is rather deep. But she suddenly sprung out of bed like a rocket today, because she realized she had not done the bulletin for church services tomorrow, which she usually takes care of on Wednesdays.

It was nice to see a fire lit.

Back to weddings, I know for me weddings always get me reminiscing about my own. I figure every one there will be doing the same.

A few tears will be shed, a few smiles will be shared. The I do's will be said and then we'll get on to the important stuff: the reception where food will be offered.

I wish the couple well. They are very young, maybe they'll make it to celebrate fifty years or more.

May God bless this union.