Today is our 40th wedding anniversary.
We were married on a Wednesday night in Lake Forest Illinois.
We basically eloped but had a little service in a Lutheran church.
The pastor and the organist were our witnesses.
I was perfectly fine with this. I don't really like being the center of attention...and I'm frugal.
Aunt Dorothy took me shopping on Michigan Ave and we picked out shoes and a mohair cape and high heel shoes....and a darling Albert Nipon dress.
I don't remember anything about the service. I do remember toddling down the aisle feeling like I was tiptoeing.
After the service we drove in the dark to downtown Chicago.
We stayed in the penthouse at the Tremont where we were greeted with balloons and 'fake' champaign. We ate at a restaurant in the hotel called Crickets. We sat side by side.
The next day, Thanksgiving, nothing was open. We wandered around the empty, cold city until we found a dive that WAS open. Patrick remembers eating cold turkey. I remember the big waves on Lake Michigan.
We watched It's a Wonderful Life.
When you go into marriage, you intend for it to last.
Little did we know how hard that task would be.
But we must have the right amount of
Cause, trust me, getting along with each other did not come naturally!
I'd say it's a supernatural achievement.
God helped us.
He helped us chose one another and keep trying.
And when we acted unloveable...
He helped us love the unloveable.
Love seems the swiftest but it is the slowest of all growths. No man or woman really knows what perfect love is until they have been married a quarter of a century. ~Mark Twain
Encourage one another,