The PartyTuesday night, the evening of our actual 25th wedding anniversary, Laura and I had glasses of wine to celebrate.
For the first time in many months, Laura didn’t wince in fear and apprehension when I offered the toast, “Happy Anniversary.”
Almost always, for almost any occasion, our salud is “Happy Anniversary.”
Lately those words would remind Laura of the huge responsibility we had for the celebration last Sunday. She didn’t need a reminder in o
rder to dread it.
The kids used to say we would “tink glasses” for a toast. When we tinked glasses Tuesday night, Laura got the most angelic look on her face, a look of love, peace, satisfaction even.
That expression was a repeat of the look she had when we renewed our vows in front of our priest during Mass early in the morning that Sunday.
I like that, when my wife can have that look on her face. Makes me think I’m doing something right.
Come to think of it, I am doing something right, and so is Laura. What we are doing is sort of weightlessly hovering in the abundant blessings of the Sacrament of Holy Matrimony.
The party Sunday afternoon drew about 150 people. Many of our guests have been married a lot longer than Laura and I – my brother Dick and his wife Mary prominent among them.
So what was the big deal with our 25th? Primarily I think it was Laura’s and my drive to testify as to the blessed effectiveness of the sacrament.
Sure, the party was “about us” but even more it was about the sacrament.
Laura was relieved that the event came off so well. You know we would have had a party
anyway, but the quality of the gathering was due entirely to our staff of helpers.
We had huge help in housecleaning and yard work, food acquisition and prep, and simple aid and comfort.
Working their buns off on our behalf were our son Ben, our daughter Jaye, our friend Julie Meeks, our sister Bonnie Robinson, Laura’s mother Joan Gay, and our friend Cheryl Martin, who made the latter-day wedding cake. These people made efforts so huge as to be difficult to describe.
Generally, Laura and I don’t have a lot of visitors. We’re pretty much reclusive and my prediction is that we’ll return to that behavio
r now. (Is that the doorbell? Quick, crawl under the bed. Maybe they’ll go away.)
This means we’re not accustomed to throwing a “big soiree.” What that means is we couldn’t have done it without lots of help. Our humble thanks to all of you who attended, who prayed, who cleaned and prepped and shopped.
Remember the wine ads on TV? “Thanks for your support.”
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Word of the week: Flabbergast. This one isn’t from Latin – how about that? It’s slang in our own English language from the 18th Century meaning “to make speechless with amazement,” or to astonish. We actually threw a big party. Are you flabbergasted?
Next week’s word: Xenophobe.
Gripes? Complaints? Whines? Comments? Adoration? Puppy love? Reciprocal rant? Feel free to express yourself in the comments below!
rder to dread it.The kids used to say we would “tink glasses” for a toast. When we tinked glasses Tuesday night, Laura got the most angelic look on her face, a look of love, peace, satisfaction even.
That expression was a repeat of the look she had when we renewed our vows in front of our priest during Mass early in the morning that Sunday.
I like that, when my wife can have that look on her face. Makes me think I’m doing something right.
Come to think of it, I am doing something right, and so is Laura. What we are doing is sort of weightlessly hovering in the abundant blessings of the Sacrament of Holy Matrimony.
The party Sunday afternoon drew about 150 people. Many of our guests have been married a lot longer than Laura and I – my brother Dick and his wife Mary prominent among them.
So what was the big deal with our 25th? Primarily I think it was Laura’s and my drive to testify as to the blessed effectiveness of the sacrament.
Sure, the party was “about us” but even more it was about the sacrament.
Laura was relieved that the event came off so well. You know we would have had a party
anyway, but the quality of the gathering was due entirely to our staff of helpers.We had huge help in housecleaning and yard work, food acquisition and prep, and simple aid and comfort.
Working their buns off on our behalf were our son Ben, our daughter Jaye, our friend Julie Meeks, our sister Bonnie Robinson, Laura’s mother Joan Gay, and our friend Cheryl Martin, who made the latter-day wedding cake. These people made efforts so huge as to be difficult to describe.
Generally, Laura and I don’t have a lot of visitors. We’re pretty much reclusive and my prediction is that we’ll return to that behavio
r now. (Is that the doorbell? Quick, crawl under the bed. Maybe they’ll go away.)This means we’re not accustomed to throwing a “big soiree.” What that means is we couldn’t have done it without lots of help. Our humble thanks to all of you who attended, who prayed, who cleaned and prepped and shopped.
Remember the wine ads on TV? “Thanks for your support.”
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Word of the week: Flabbergast. This one isn’t from Latin – how about that? It’s slang in our own English language from the 18th Century meaning “to make speechless with amazement,” or to astonish. We actually threw a big party. Are you flabbergasted?
Next week’s word: Xenophobe.
Gripes? Complaints? Whines? Comments? Adoration? Puppy love? Reciprocal rant? Feel free to express yourself in the comments below!
What beautiful pictures to match two beautiful people!! True Godly love that you two share. Glad you shared this special time with others including me. I thoroughly enjoyed the afternoon. May you be blessed with many more "blissful" years.
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