Twelve Years

Twelve years.  Twelve years ago last Monday.  The second most life changing day of my life.  That was the day Heather and I were married.  Life hasn’t been the same since.

It’s been better.  Much better.

At this point an enlightened reader would be asking, second most life changing day?

The biggest life changing day was the day I got it into my head to ask Heather if she’d marry me.  I wish I would have written down that day somewhere.  It was before the wedding, 6-8 months or so – don’t really know for sure.  I just remember I was scarred she’d say something like, “are you out of your mind?”

Well, my mental state is often in question, but it’s a big fear of mine to have that pointed out to me.

I’d like to tell some romantic story about a candlelight dinner, me getting on my knee, violin music playing gently in the background with me producing a ring from my vest pocket and asking, “Dearest, will thou marriest me?”

Romance isn’t something I do well, and as I recall the ‘question’ was more like a statement, “Marry me and you can stay here all the time.” Or, something genuinely stupid like that.  I do recall her having to confirm the question, “Did you just ask me to marry you?”

I also wish I’d written down the date on which she said ‘yes.’  She did say yes, I’ve got a paper she signed, and witnesses – lots of witnesses.  There even a few pictures – there would have been more but the photographer was an idiot and wedding pictures is something I try not to mention very often.

Such is married life – good times, bad times and sometimes just time.

It would be easy for me to launch into a long soliloquy on the virtues of my good lady.  Well, there are somethings I only tell her and I hope you get the point that I am still in love with this special woman.

There are times I wish I could give her more.  There are times that …

Well, she has given me so much – far more than I can write here.

This week we took time to spend some time together away from the world to celebrate our twelve years and start on our thirteenth.  We spent three days at a nice B&B by the sea and just enjoyed time together.

Just time, just us.

Till next week,

About Andrew Reynolds

Born in California Did the school thing studying electronics, computers, release engineering and literary criticism. I worked in the high tech world doing software release engineering and am now retired. Then I got prostate cancer. Now I am a blogger and work in my wood shop doing scroll saw work and marquetry.
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2 Responses to Twelve Years

  1. gpcox says:



  2. What a lovely and endearing post, Andrew. How fortunate you both are to be so well suited for each other. Congratulations on your anniversary. You celebrated it beautifully, and I wish you many more together.


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