Pensive Tuesday..
First of all,I went all day thinking that today was Wednesday.
The days of the work week have an attitude,that I think just about everyone can relate to on some level.
An internal time clock that loads up,in Indigo flavored numerals,marking the progress of our accomplishments,and running the gamut from 'Monday Blues' to 'TGIF!'..
I'll get over it.
But I did happen to note that,had circumstances not altered cases,today would have been the occasion of my 37th wedding anniversary.
On this day,in 1971,a young soldier and his child bride pledged their troth to one another.
I remember her,bright and beautiful,standing by my side at the altar.
I remember the look of absolute trust her eyes betrayed,as we took our vows.
I can recall,in fine detail,the cross-hatched inclusions of our simple wedding bands.
My Godparents as witness.
Our mothers holding hands in the well worn Oaken pews of the small Unitarian church...
A generation has passed,and I can still see these things as vividly as if they occurred only yesterday.
I just can't always remember what day of the week it is.
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I can so picture this...
Thanks for sharing.
And I hope you enjoy your Wednesday tomorrow. *smiles*
i know the feeling, sling. as far as i care, everyday is wednesday; there's always the hope that the next day will get us closer to something better.
anyway, i think it's great that you can still relive special moments in your mind regardless of what may have happened afterwards.
Thats so lovely - and you know... no matter what happened in between good or bad, she will sometimes drift and dream and remember. If something is beautiful and real in the present moment the universe rejoices, I think and nothing changes that. Nice stuff Sling
That's beautiful. You and and I seem to see anniversary rememberances in much the same way.
You remember the important things and ignore the rest- thus leaving more room for important things. Very simple.
I've been married 3 times and I never had that look in my eyes..maybe the first one...but I was 16 what the feck did I know?...the second one I was stoned on acid and wouldn't recongnize my husband with out a name tag, the third one..well, if I had a ride home from Jaurez, Mexico I wouldn't have been married three times..
I can remember what I did 48 years ago, but couldn't tell you what I had for lunch yesterday....sandwich? salad?...nope..can't remember..
Very sweet. Sling so sentimental.
First, YDG just cracked me the hell up.
I forget what day of the week it is all the time...the worse is when I wake up on Sunday, thinking it is Monday.
I remember when I first got married to a man, Vegas, drunk, and thinking...Dam that chick over there is hot.
who says a little imbibing hurts the brain and affects the memory?
do you also recall the date and circumstances of your divorce?
...the days of grace and memories can be so fond...may we hold onto those and keep them dear to us...shoot, Sling, my long term is reappearing and my short term is toast! It's pathetic I can barely recall last week, but long ago is much more colorful, and I do mean colorful!
so what day is it?
I love Doralong's observation of your observational skills.
I pretty much remember everything about my weddings, but how hard could it be when you get married at Martha's Wedding Chapel-cum-Extermination Service and New York City Hall?
Truly, there is no greater honor in life for a man than when that special Woman stands beside us with trust in Her eyes -- trust that we will be faithful, that we will be kind, that we will endure, that we will always love Her.
really nice memory, sling....me? #1. pregnant and 16....lasted 3 years and 2 kids worth. #2/3. Nam vet with a drug habit and a really big, heavy hand, one son.....married him twice. WTF? #4....finally got it right at 39. took me a long time to grow up.
That's actually a beautiful retelling of your past there, Sling.
Fortunately for me, I can't remember a whole hell of a lot from either of my first two wedding days. Except the fact that I married the same dumbass twice. Okay. So maybe I was the dumbass. The point is, I married the same fella twice, but my delicate (HA)psyche has managed to block the actual ceremonies from my memory. Looking back on what I DO remember, I still can't believe it took me two times to understand that he and I really didn't like each other. At all.
Hey. Thanks for bringing back an awkward moment(s) from my misspent youth.
:)
Kari
Obviously an important moment in your life, touching and simply retold. Funny, isn't it what sticks in our memory as important and treasurable?
(wipes a tear)
hey sling. how's things? warm fuzzy memories. sigh.
i forget the day too sometimes but it's usually just wishful thinking. stupid week days.
What a guy you are!!...actually, sometimes guys are okay...I have a torn ACL...anyone know how painful that might be?..and my nextdoor neighbor and his partner came over and washed my clothes today...too bad they can't get married in Texas, huh?
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