I know some people were taking bets… 25 years ago I was a little nervous. You see, the room we were getting married in was filled with television sets that had just been used to watch the Kentucky Derby… The judge was no where to be found… and I was a little worried that after a rollercoaster ride getting to this point something would ruin it. We were doing things a little backward- A small ceremony with just family and very close friends, and a larger reception for the multitudes. Where everyone has every second planned out in advance, we kinda played it by ear. Yes, things were planned out, but I will always recall Sue’s reaction when asked what her colors were- “I don’t know, my sister hasn’t picked out her dress yet.” Sue was finishing up with a year of grad school and I was about to conclude my second year of teaching first grade, we had put trust and faith that things would go fine, and at the start of the evening I was just another groom with a jitters. The judge did arrive and after a few bits about “Wuv, Twoo Wuv” (Yes, he did talk like that – fate is kinda funny that way) Sue winked at me there was ring exchanging, a kiss, and we were married. I then didn’t see Sue for what seemed like an eternity since the photographer needed her desperately. When we finally saw each other again, we toasted, ate, and celebrated. We danced our first dance to “As Time Goes By” a wonderful choice, but as far as I know neither Sue nor I requested it- (must have been fate again making things perfect for us). We ate some cake, said “Hi” to everyone, and then left for the night as husband and wife. 25 years later, I’d do it all over again. Happy Anniversary Sue! I love you with all my heart!
I’m not much of a cook- When I was growing up there was a division of labor- for the most part, Dad grilled, and Mom did everything else. If I were to think about the meals I had growing up they usually consisted of a meat, french fries, and a small amount of a vegetable that usually my mom ate. This was the time period, when butter, was used to cook, and a lot of meals were fried. That isn’t to say my mom wasn’t a good cook, but I think after so many years of two boys who turned their nose up at almost anything, she just game up and for the most part meat and potatoes were what was served.