Twenty-five years ago on April 3, at 12:45 a.m. (as the US fell forward into Daylight Savings Time — and you all know how I feel about that), I was packing for my honeymoon in an as-yet-to-be-disclosed destination (“you’ll need bathing suits”) while my newly-minted husband slept soundly in preparation for our pre-dawn flight. I loved him madly or I might have smothered him with the pillow I would barely lay my champagne-leaden head upon that night.
As I write this, I’m sipping a smooth, single malt and digesting a celebratory meal shared with close, dear friends who also loved My Darling Husband madly.
As I said to him — the Man Who Lassoed The Moon — throughout those amazing years … all my love, all my life.
C C Cedras
K R Brorman
S A Young
5 Comments
April 3, 2019 at 11:25 am
With my house full of flowers from the ceremony, we just were left wondering “where” but knew it was the beginning of something great. You were not alone with your sweet memories.
Love from The Parents
April 3, 2019 at 12:22 pm
Spell check is blamed for “new” instead of “knew”.
April 3, 2019 at 12:23 pm
I fixed it for you 💋
April 4, 2019 at 7:56 pm
It does seem like yesterday. Celebrate his life and your life together each day. I love you, Connie
April 4, 2019 at 7:57 pm
❤️❤️❤️ Thank you, Dorothy, for being a much-loved witness to that wonderful time.