50 years ago this evening, I was walking down the aisle to be married to Steve. It was a beautiful wedding with my sister and Steve's sister standing up for me. Steve's brother and cousin, Mike, stood up for him. My cousin John was my page boy and carried my train. Our good friend, LeRoy sang a solo, as did I, and our home-town church organist, Irene, played the organ. My Aunt Liz and Aunt Ginny, plus others, had a big hand in helping me get ready—baking, frosting, and bagging the groom's cake—cherry devil's food.
That was a long time ago—a half century—and while we didn't live together happily ever after, we are friends, and share 3 amazing kids and 8 adorable grandchildren. We now share this day with our son, Peder and his wife, Sarah, as they had their "surprise" wedding on this same date, 9 years ago. Happy Anniversary, Peder and Sarah!
2 comments:
At first I thought you had a typo and meant 40. You look way to young to be that old!
It was a beautiful wedding with lots of memorable moments. I am so happy that you and Steve can be friends for the sake of your kids and grandkids.
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