Today is the twentyfifth anniversary of the day that Jim and I stood under the ash tree by the fuchsia garden at his parents home and officially married each other, for better or for worse.
Yes, we did say those rather traditional vows, which seemed to have stood both of our sets of parents in good stead. Although there were no promises of obedience. . .
In retrospect, while we chose to say the traditional words usually associated with weddings mostly because we really had no inspiration to make up our own vows, I am very glad that we did use a variant of the old formula. The reason is both sublime and mundane at the same time. Whenever I go to a wedding and listen to people saying those words to each other, it reminds me of the day I did the same, and in a way I renew my own vows at the same time.
Anyway, our dear son took us out to dinner to celebrate the occasion when he was here on leave. Now we are going to take ourselves out to dinner in St. Louis.
This message was prepared in advance, and pre-posted. When you read it, we will already be in St. Louis busily celebrating.
One of my friends made us an anniversary present. She is an artist in beads and fabric, and created a silver spider web out of crochet thread, and made a lovely bead spider to occupy it. I have it hanging over my plant stand in the living room. I figure eventually some real spiders will probably avail themselves of the facilities, but for now it is all shiny and new and dust free.
And I was moved to create a bloom scan for the occasion, which of course is entitled “Twenty Five.”
Like our twenty-five years together, these flowers may have a certain similarity, as they all came from the same plant. But each one of them, like each of our years together, is unique. Some of them are more perfect than others, some of them have more petals than others — just like our years together were not all perfect, not all furnished with the same amounts of experiences.
But together they make up a balanced and beautiful whole.
I can not tell you how incredibly lucky and blessed I feel to have had the great good fortune to find Jim in my life. Without him, the other huge blessing in our lives, our wonderful son Jesse, would probably have remained hidden from my experience.
May you all be so blessed and fortunate as we three.