My friend , Bonnie, wished me a happy anniversary and said she was sorry it was raining for our special day.
When we were married ,all of our religious friends had their Blessed Mother statues looking outward at a window. It helped, as the ceremony and reception were blessed with good weather.
Believe it or not, we honeymooned in West Cape May, and by the time we got here, it was pretty much a nor’easter. Seeing rain today.? No big deal for us. We were used to getting wet.
We have made it to16…..here’s to the next 16.
One of my favorite documentaries I found on YouTube was entitled 9/10, the day before. An anchorman from Chanel eleven in NewYork, was reviewing the news stories of 9/10, and in review, how insignificant it all seems,in light of the next day’s events.
Well, today is my day before. Fifteen years ago I was getting ready to marry Jim the next morning. What happened the night before, I can remember being with Ryan, my ” beck and call boy”and my maid of honor Denise. I do remember that last ” single girl’s kiss” from Jim.
So here I am, just about 16 years later, and it is funny. You do remember some of the things from before, but it’s like there was no life before him.
It goes without saying Zush is dearly missed and thought of every day. She has a spot in my heart forever.
I married a loving son and brother, a gentle soul, the best pup daddy on earth and my best friend and lover. He is my sit-down and stand-up comedian, and the breath to my life.
So, albeit a day or few hours early, Happy Anniversary to my Jim. I love you more than all the grains of sand in Higbee and the Panama Canal basin.
I am watching a 3 hour special On-Demand regarding Princess Dianna. This year will mark the 21st year of her passing.
This Friday marks the 20th anniversary of my Dad’s passing. In my heart, it still feels like yesterday. I think back and amazed that I remember everything that happened that day.
My friend, Isabella, has her birthday on Friday. It allows me to smile on that day, as Matti and Luca will be joining in the singing.
Of course, bringing up the rear is the 16th anniversary for Jim and myself on the 31st.
All I keep thinking is , how long ago, vacation was always the last week in August.
It was a little hard, and the color came out a little faded, but above is my favorite of our wedding portraits, for obvious reasons. It was taken 15 years ago tomorrow, the 31st of August.
What I would give to have those 15 years back.
We have had our ups and our downs ,good days and bad days, and our heartache. Somehow, Jim and I are still here, getting up every day, putting one foot in front of the other. Anyone who has been in a long term relationship knows of which I speak.
In the quiet moments though, we miss our Zosia. How aching is it to look at this picture and know she’s gone. She was the best therapist we both had; listening and loving unconditionally. Yes, I know: she’ll always “be” with us, but it’s just not the same.
Well, our Kasia is still with us. Unlike Zusher, she listens and barks, er, talks back. We go forward tomorrow hand in hand, and with four paws next to us.
For all its heat spikes and the like, I love August, as it gives promise to the fall.
In prior postings you know I had many life changing events in August..a couple of good Phillies seasons…started a job 28, almost 29 years ago which I still have…went on childhood vacations every year with my family during the end of August..God sent my Dad on his final vacation August 24,sixteen years ago,which was fitting as our vacation week he always took was the last week in August…and Jim and I were married on August 31st, almost 11 years ago.
I am thankful for all I have experienced in August, for they have matured me in a way that nothing else would. I have come out of it realistic, albeit slightly hopeful.I have a light heart when windows are actually opened and I hear the crickets outside, and when I am at Undisclosed I and II, I look up at a beautiful summer sky filled with stars like promises,just waiting to come to me.
Enjoy the month, faithful reader, and may it be kind to us all.
It was ten years ago today.
Remember it? Wish I could say I did:it was pretty much a whirl to me. I remember tripping coming up the aisle( AS IF I could ever forget that!),sitting in those big red velvet chairs at Mass, Jim walking on my train and hearing seed pearls go crunch, coming out of a “coma” on the Atlantic City Expressway and a few other choice tidbits….
Happy tenth anniversary to the Shingleman ….can’t remember life without you!
On August 31, I’ll have been Mrs.Shingleman for ten years. On our ninth anniversary, I had made the comment that the jump to double digit years was going to be rough.
I was recuperating from double knee replacements, my Mom passed away, Jim got shingles….and these are only the highlights….lol…
I have 51 days left to make 10 years…anyone want to go to Vegas and check the odds? Oh yeah, I’m odd enough…lol.