Many of you know this fact: I wrote a parody song of "He Ain't Got a Barrel of Money" about my honey and entered it into a contest at Y 98 FM radio station. Winners were announced on air a week before Valentine's Day. I screamed as I was riding to work the morning they read the list of 98 winners. I called Bill at work and told him to come home early because we had to go to the county court house for a marriage license. He said, "Calm down. Our wedding date isn't until April. We have plenty of time."
"No we don't! I just won a complete wedding package from a radio station, and we are going to be married on air." I did not tell him then that 97 other couples would be joining us.
My wonderful husband married me twice, once on Valentine's day and once again in April on the 25th wedding anniversary of my late best friend and her husband, Sheila and Bruce. The four of us stood side by side and repeated our vows.
Bruce: I do.
Sheila: I do.
Bill: I do.
Me: I do... not believe that our wedding cake I made is collapsing. (in a whisper)
That has been a laugh for many years.
It is true. As time goes on couples either grow together or fall apart like the small, three layer wedding cake I made and forgot to insert the support sticks into. We have grown wider, smarter, more confident and into our own. We are two halves of a whole. When I get a blemish, ache or pain on my right side, he gets the same thing on his left. We support one another.
We've sat together in every room of our old house, in brand new cars, on cruise ship balconies, in theaters, restaurant booths, on casino stools, in a dozen states, foreign countries, hospitals, hotels, and in all of our four kids' homes. But my favorite place to sit is by my honey's side, wherever life takes us.
I want you, my readers, to know that I love your visits, your comments, and your loyalty.
Whether you are part of a couple
or alone on this day,
and give a smile away.