Late yesterday David and I traveled to Portland Maine for a delectable meal at Hugos. Not just any old night out on the town, we were celebrating our 20th wedding anniversary. To show how much he loved me, my husband wore his nantucket red chinos and the apple green topsiders that have been languishing in his closet. It pleased me, and in turn I donned a frothy skirt of amber tulle; one of our servers said it brought to mind an adult version of a ballerina’s frock.
It is hard to believe it has been twenty years, and that our flower girl is now twenty seven and herself four years married; the ring bearer an all grown up twenty six. On that summer day in 1992, the groom wore his grandfather’s tux and the bride an antique champagne colored lace and silk shift. The master of ceremonies was a justice of the peace, and Jemesii and August stood beside David and I as we took our vows. When we signed the marriage license, they placed their signatures next to ours.
It is an accomplishment, these twenty years. We have found ourselves challenged but also blessed, our three children being the best of all we share. Yesterday, we celebrated. Tomorrow, there will be an early morning session with the marriage counselor. Because love is worth fighting for.
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