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| Wed, 02-25-2004 - 3:41pm |
With that said I must tell you that my inner child is having a tantrum today, a full blown tantrum. The type where the child is laying on the floor pounding with its feet and hand and screaming “it’s not fair,” “it’s not fair,” “it’s not fair.” You see it is my husband’s and my 25th Wedding Anniversary today. I have waited for this day for 25 years. Our first ceremony was a quiet one.
Please allow me to take you down “Memory Lane.” The memory starts with my parents finding out that we were going to elope and they convinced us that we should have a ceremony. Because my second oldest brother was having his wedding three weeks after our wedding my parents felt that it was too much to have all the relatives come to two different ceremonies so close together. Thus, none of my relatives came to the ceremony. My oldest brother was unable to attend because he was in the interior of British Columbia and could not be reached by telephone to be told what was happening. Therefore, our ceremony passed very quietly into history. I had vowed at that time that I would have that big ceremony that I missed out on at the time of our 25th Anniversary. Please excuse me as the adult side of me finds a Kleenex.
Shall we continue down “Memory Lane?” Let me take you back some 27 years or so ago. I am a young teenager and my brothers and I along with so help by two of our aunts’ plan a 25th Wedding Anniversary party for my parents. My brothers and I had a photo taking of us so that we could give it to our parents at the party. My parents still have that photo it hangs in their guestroom. I remember it being a grand affair with many of our relatives in attendance.
Let me bring you back to the not so distance past. About three years ago my brothers and I put on a very quiet party per my father request for their 50th Wedding Anniversary. It was an intimate affair with only my brothers and their families, my in-laws and my family. I remember seeing the tears in my father eyes and hearing the waver in his voice as he told us of the ceremony that happen 50 years prier. There were some laughs as my father told us how he had a shot of whiskey from a flask that the best man was carrying before the ceremony began. The whiskey was to help him with the jitters that he was feeling over marrying the most beautiful woman in the world. Then there was not a dry eye in the place as my father spoke of his feeling of great joy and the wave of love that flooded him at the sight of my mother walking towards him. He told us that all he could do was stare at a mole on my mother shoulder during the ceremony because he was afraid that if he looked at my mother that he might cry. The love for my mother was shining in his eyes that day as I well imagined it did some 50 year ago. Please forgive me, as I need to find a box of Kleenex. There were several relatives that were unhappy that we had such a private affair that another party was given for all our relatives to attend. I made a replica of my mother’s bouquet to be displayed at this party. You can view it if you have a mind too at: http://pages.ivillage.com/rainydaysargon/ On Keepsakes Page. The bouquet is now displayed in my parent’s living room.
Let me take you back into the past again. I had only been married for a short time when my husband’s sister, my husband and I planned a 25th Wedding Anniversary Party for his parents. We had a lot of fun, I had found a hall that had 50 style dinner booths for seating and so we planned a potluck with an ice cream social. It was a very fun party with music from the forties and fifties and watching the older couples doing the dances from that era. What great fun! Excuse me for a moment, as I must once again comfort my inner child.
I am reminded of a time when my husband and I had only been married for five years and the economy was very bad. We only had money for the bare necessities. It was our anniversary and we had no money so I went next door to my-in-laws and had my father-in-law help me make a present for my husband. I took a board and with the help of my father-in-law we routered a heart with in inscription that read “I love you for ever.” With this in hand and a handmade card, I gave it to my husband. He hung the board above our bed and there it stayed there until we pack it away to make the move to my in-laws house.
Again my inner child is screaming and crying at all the fantasy that I have had about this day. I have a bouquet that will not be used for this day. I have pictured in my mind many times, what the ceremony would be like. My husband even has the suit that he would have worn. I have tried to prepare myself for today for the last few weeks but to no avail; I am still sad and very unhappy the dream that I have held for so many years is not going to come true. I know that I will not even receive a card, as my husband has been too busy the last few days to get one. Not Fair, Not Fair, Not Fair. And so this day will pass on into obscurity.
Rainy
Edited 2/25/2004 3:57:07 PM ET by rainydaysargon

Rainy my sweet friend!!
Your Pain is no less or no less important then mine!!
*hugs
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