Well, it was seven years ago today that Marianne and I got all kitted up, headed out to the South Shore Country Club, and got married. Despite the threat of snow, we were lucky, and it only rained. We had a lovely ceremony, a jazz quartet at the reception, more friends and relatives than I could possibly remember, and then we headed into Manhattan to honeymoon. It was wonderful. Frustratingly, because of immigration, we had to wait until May of that year (1999) for Marianne to get out to Australia to start our married life together. Before we knew it we were parents, then parents again, travelled overseas with said offspring, bought a house, and too many other things to mention. It’s been an amazing start, and hopefully, this year will be the best yet.
Hey! Happy Anniversary Jonathan and Marianne! :)
Many happy returns and all that. Hope you had some champers to celebrate. What is seventh year? Paper? Emeralds? Leather?
We’re heading out for a special dinner tomorrow night. Champers will be consumed. As to leather, sounds better than copper or wool, which are apparently traditional.
Congrats indeed! (And I’m glad you didn’t get that flu.) Kerry and I also had a snowy January marriage here in Prescott, five years ago, but I tend to date things much further back to when we became a couple — in that antediluvian year, 1983. May your time together be as happy as ours (i.e., very)!