8 years ago today was a picturesque day with clear blue skies. Bald eagles rode the drafts above as I stood in a beautiful garden on Salt Spring Island, BC and pledged my never-ending love and commitment to my amazing husband. I was not quite 23, he was 28. I wore orange tennis shoes, he wore a yellow bow tie.
When we met 22 months earlier I knew he was different… he was permanent. From our first “date” which was after he took me home from a friends house which turned into a late night viewing of the Princess Bride and a nearly all-night gab fest; to us both forgetting where we went on our first proper date. From the first night I met him that he doesn’t remember. Even when my father asked if he was a Communist and we tried to elope but couldn’t find a Registry Agent Office or Marriage Commissioner on the last day of our trip. I knew then like I know now that it’s him and me – end of story.
It’s a keeper.
I love you honey!