Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Nineteen
Nineteen years ago R and I stood on a rock in Damariscotta, Maine, and signed on for this amazing rollercoaster ride we've been on ever since. We stayed here (several owners ago, as best I can determine). Computer Genius Brother and Sewing Genius SIL were there too, having dropped all at a moment's notice when we discovered we needed actual witnesses to make the thing legal. They brought champagne, and cups. And as CGB just pointed out this evening, they also contributed "fancy" to the occasion, as my sister-in-law had on fuzzy pink socks (as you can imagine, our youngest is dismayed that we didn't have bluebirds and attendants and white dresses and tuxedos. "You got married on a ROCK?" she keeps asking, in tones of horror).
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6 comments:
Have you told her about the No Trespassing sign yet?
Congratulations (again) and here's to the next 19, and the 19 after that!
Sounds wonderful to me. Its the kind of thing I'm thinking about it if I could just decide where.
Happy Anniversary as well!
Happy anniversary! And congratulations on surviving that roller coast with grace :) (Congrats to R, too!)
Happy Anniversary! What's wrong with a rock?
(((hugs)))
Happy Anniversary! A rock sounds llike the perfect place for a wedding;-)
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