Yesterday Gregg was going through a brief case, and came across one of our old wedding photos. The briefcase belonged to his parents, a photo they must have ordered. We both looked at it and were surprised, because neither of us can remember this particular one. Our own wedding album doesn't have it, so this was a very nice surprise. It was taken in England, just after our wedding ceremony 43 years ago. In some ways it seems like yesterday.
We did not want a long distance courtship and, as Gregg had to leave England to start a new job in Washington DC, we decided to get married in December. The Church was built in the year 1100 AD. The only heating inside the church was a small electric heater by the altar. When we said our vows you could see our breath. That winter turned out to be the coldest in well over a hundred years. We were smiling at someone out of frame. I wish I could remember who it was, but that day flew by in a whirlwind. Three days later I was on my way to the USA and a new life with my husband.
"I love your feet because they have wandered over the earth and through the wind and water until they brought you to me."
~Pablo Neruda, Your Feet~
A touch of nostalgia thanks to finding another of our old photos.
Enjoy the rest of your week everyone,
and thanks for stopping by.
