Today, as our week in Matzatlan comes to an end, Bob and I
celebrate our 33rd anniversary.
While I marvel at how many years it’s been, I can no longer say that our
wedding day seems like only a short time ago.
We were so much younger then—I was younger that my older daughter is
now. We have changed, grown older. The world has changed.
I had always wanted to get married in the redwoods and I got
my wish. We found a beautiful county
park not far from the coast. Relatives
gathered at our house—we had to dress there then drive about 45 minutes to the
park. It was a warm, sunny day,
unusually so for that area and people sat on the seats at the edge of the amphitheater
to stay in the shade.
I wore a Gunne Sax dress, as did my sisters, and Bob and his
brother wore Mexican wedding shirts. My
dad and I walked down the aisle, sidestepping the little block of wood that
normally supported a projector. A band
called Swallowtail, which we found at a Palo Alto restaurant and bar, serenaded
us as we walked. Our pastor led us
through our vows. I still remember the
feeling of the warm sun on my shoulders as Bob and I gazed at each other.
After the ceremony our guests joined us in the group picnic
area for a catered meal, music, and cake.
Photos were taken by a family friend, a professional photographer for
Standard Oil.
His son, my brother’s friend, helped take photos. My request was for lots of photos of
guests. I am so grateful for those now. Many of those people are no longer with us—Bob’s
dad, my grandmothers, my great-uncle, our pastor, the photographer, family
friends. . .
We drove from the park to Pajaro Dunes, right on the ocean, and
stayed there for a couple of nights before returning home to family still in
town. About a week later we flew to
Hawaii for our honeymoon. We thought of
that this morning as we watched the waves on the shores of Matzatlan.
The years have brought changes. Three years after our wedding we moved to
Idaho—we have been there for 30 years.
Our two daughters were born and raised in Idaho. Bob and I have had our ups and downs but have
always been there for each other. There
is comfort and security in knowing another person so well that they almost seem
like an extension of you. And there is
love. . .
Written on 7/26/2013
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