I’ve hated going to weddings for most of my life but I enjoyed my own
immensely. It was very warm as we had our pictures done.
When people started pouring in to the church I became really
excited. I saw dozens of my closest friends and relatives join my
wife and I in our special day. It was a relatively small wedding,
it was serious when it needed to be and humerous when it could
be. The reception was outside in a park with bring your own
seating! I loved the whole day and I felt like I fell in love
with my wife over again. I beamed with happiness.
As the reception moved in to its later stages some ominioius clouds
appeared on the horizon. By the time we got to the toasts the
wind had picked up. Carol and I gave our words of thanks because
we werent sure how much time we had left. Then the wind really
picked up. At the end my last words were “run for your lives” and
the whole crowd scattered. A great many people helped us pack up
all the gear.
The honeymoon was awesome. I was anxious but things worked out
really well. I watched a lot of my friends enter in to married
life before me. Their advice and wisdom have served me
well. In one sense I’ve been getting pre-marital counselling for
10 years. Carol and I spent a week and a half alone in cabin up
north. We had lots of adventures hiking through the bush and
bogs. We explored a number of lakes close by and found a great
campsite for the future.
I became really mushy and affectionate. So much so I imagine some
of my single friends would have gagged at the site of me.
Fortunately we were alone so the contamination was contained. The
only friend we visted was Shant Bob. We drove up to Meadow Lake
and surprised him at work. That was great, I really miss Jason.
I’m so in love with Carol and I feel it in the very depths of my
heart. She is truly wonderful. In my relationship with
Carol I was unsure of things for a long time. We almost broke up
last winter. Something changed in me when I finally accepted her
love. Past rejections had made my heart callous and I didn’t feel
like I should. Carol was patient. Eventually her love
seeped in to my heart. I’m so glad she persevered.
The boys love me and have called me “dad” since the engagment.
I’m very proud to be their new father and it feels awesome to have them
adopt me as I have adopted them.
I hope that these last few weeks are not the fairy tale ending that Carol had wished for, but a fairy tale beginning.