Happy Anniversary Baby…14 Years and Counting…
padding-top:5px;
text-align:left;
}
It was August 30, 1998 and the day was off to an exciting and nervous start. The preparations had been made, family and friends had arrived, and the future showed signs of hope, joy, and unconditional love. Life brings on many changes, some sad, some happy, some bemused, but new beginnings open up a fresh outlook on life.
When I walked down the aisle of the United Church of Christ with my hand laced over my father’s arm and my eyes locked onto the man I was about to marry, all of life stood still. It was a very humid August afternoon and my tightly synched corset pierced my rib cage while my baby blue and silver satin Civil War period dress bobbed and swayed to the heavenly sound of the Wildcat Regiment Band. The ceremony was performed by our local historian, Rev. John Schildt, while songs were sung, vows were exchanged, and loving embraces were traded with words of congratulations by those who had come to stand witness on our blessed day.
The reception took place at our dear friends and neighbors back yard, Sid and Marian Gale, under a massive tent. The food was prepared by none other than, Suzie Nalley, the historically correct cake was made by Edie Wallace, and the flowers, garland, and period vases were handled by The Rooster Vane. It looked and felt as if we had stepped back into 1862, and it couldn’t have been more perfect.
Today I am blessed to have said “I do” to my adoring husband, Bob Murphy, and living in the town where those vows were exchanged. Happy Anniversary baby, I love you. Here’s to a future of new adventures filled with love, health, and happiness.
