| To love, honor and cherish... |
[Jul. 27th, 2005|12:13 am] |
My 20th wedding anniversary is today.
See, about 20.5 years ago, there was a wedding. Jeff, Dad's best friend from high school was marrying his long-term sweetie, Mary. Mom and Dad had recently started dating, so he asked her and I to join him at the wedding. This was also the first time we met his parents. It was a great wedding (though all I remember is purple.. lots and lots of purple).
After that wedding, we drove back to Sedona from Phoenix, about a two hour drive. Me being the wee thing that I was (with a bladder to match), I had to pee before we got home. Dad pulled off the road at the Orme/Dugas exit and they let me out of the car. Fairly quickly, I was done and we merrily headed on our way.
When we got home, it was quickly discovered that my beloved teddybear, Rosebud, was missing. I didn't take this well at all, throwing a total tantrum as only a 3-4 year old can do. Dad, being the wonderful guy he is, got back in his truck and drove the hour back to that last pitstop. When he told this story, he narrated it including the thoughts running through his head. Something like "Oh shit, it's not gonna be there, what the heck am I going to do then? Where can I buy a teddybear this time of night?"
Because a lot of you know Rosebud, you know that there was a happy ending. When Dad pulled off of the exit, Rosebud had been put up on top of a mesquite tree (hush all you people laughing at the possible oxymoron). He brought Rosebud home and made a squeaky-voiced little girl very happy. And her Mom recognized that this was the guy for her.
On July 27th 1985, at a house in Sun Lakes, AZ, there was a wedding. A very small wedding, only closest family and friends. If there were invitations, I don't remember them. There were, however, custom printed napkins.
Jack and Tav and Sarah
July 27, 1985
Rings were exchanged, vows said, promises made. There were tears and hugs and there was food - this is a group that celebrates and mourns and everything in between with food.
There was love. There was a commitment unlike any other I've had made to me by someone not bound by blood. A commitment to care for me, to honor who I was and who I would become, and most of all, to love me.
I believe that these commitments can be made, and kept. I have this faith because they were, every day. I believe that relationships can withstand change, and chaos, and hard times. I know, in a deep and real way, that relationships don't need to be singular to be real and deep and meaningful. I have core values of support and tenacity because they were shown to me every time I needed them. I know that joy can be taken in others growth and change. Paths can diverge, and meet again, and still support each other from where they are. He and his family joined with my family and proved to me what that word really means.
I have all of this because of that day, those vows, that person.
Happy Anniversary Daddy. Thank you. |
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