Sunday, 8 February 2009
Day of Days
I apologise for this post, but I just wanted to share this moment with others. You see, it is snowing again - and it snowed on this date (Feb 8th) fifty-one years ago, the day Raymond and I were married. And here we are all these years later, still together, still enjoying each other's love and company as much as we did then - and right now a dish of north atlantic cold-water prawns and a bottle of champagne! I do not recall it snowing on February 8th since the day we were married (1958), until now.
How fortunate it did not snow last year - our Golden Wedding Anniversary - when our three beloved children and nine equally beloved grandchildren organised a surprise celebration for us. So totally unexpected, and all the more so because our daughter and her husband had transformed their shell of a new house that they are building themselves into somewhere to hold such a memorable family gathering. I won't outline all that everyone did, but we were given a specially produced printed photo album that catalogued our life together; such recall of memories and incidents long-forgotten. We fed and drank divinely, every guest was given a hand-made little book of love poems created by our daughter, even the flowers replicated those in my bridal bouquet (blue hyacinths, golden freesias and white narcissi). We partied all weekend; everyone in the family had been involved and my journal of memories written throughout the following week covers pages and pages. It was all so special.
Journals: I have to share with you a very special gift that was made for us by one of our grand-daughters, and as it involves visual storytelling, I am posting it on my other blog for the journalers amongst you who will appreciate 'starting young'.