Twenty Years (and one day)

Married couple laughing by the sea

May 15, 1999, Beavertail Lighthouse, Jamestown, Rhode Island: The newlyweds laughing during a photoshot on the rocks by the sea (while all of their wedding guests drink all of the booze before they got back. Luckily the staff stashed a single bottle of Gewurtztraminer for them!)

Bride on a boat
Ann on the Aurora wearing a jacket over her dress

Yesterday was our 20th Wedding Anniversary. I meant to write something then, but work was busy and then Ann and I were out all evening at dinner and then at trivia. The day was a gorgeous day, far nicer than yesterday was (and yesterday was not bad, just a bit chilly and some on and off spitting rain.) Our wedding was held in Jamestown at the New American Baptist church, presided over by a Unitarian Minister reading a ceremony that we mostly wrote. Friends spoke and sang. My niece, who was around six at the time, was the flower girl and wanted to strew rose petals as she came down the aisle. But we had no rose petals so she pulled the heads off the flowers she was carrying and beaned people with them instead. We had a wedding scroll that people signed. We took pictures at Beavertail Lighthouse and we had a reception on Goat Island in Newport. And after all that, we had a three hour tour (a three hour tour 🎶) of the bay on the schooner Aurora (it was freezing by then and few were dressed for it. So, that happened.) The day was wonderful.

The next day we wore these fun and campy baseball caps that read BRIDE and GROOM. We wandered the piers of Newport visiting various stores. We split up at one point and I went into a Ben & Jerry’s to get some ice cream. The woman working there took one look at me, looked around, asked me where “BRIDE” was and when I said I wasn’t sure, she stuck her head out the window and began shouting, “BRIDE! BRIDE!” She realized soon after that she had been in Jamestown the day before and had actually seen us going into or coming out of the church.

“To twenty years: a good beginning.”

The next day we flew to Italy for a two week long honeymoon (from which exactly five photos exist as we forgot our camera.)

There are lots of stories from those days and I do enjoy telling them. But I will hold the ones I haven’t told here yet for another day. Twenty years seems like a long time when you are looking forward. When looking back, it seems quite short. So many things feel like yesterday. But one thing is constant: I won the lottery. I married my best friend, someone who makes me, in every way, a better person. And I found someone who can put up with me (no small feat, that) and who actually seems to (mostly) enjoy it.

I’ll end this with the words I said last night during our complimentary Prosecco toast: “To twenty years: a good beginning.”

There is no six?

Six years ago today, Ann and I got married. The day was an incredibly gorgeous day. For mid-May, the weather is always risky in Rhode Island but we certainly got lucky with the temperature in the 70s, bright sun, and no wind. Even the sunset cruise around the bay, while incredibly cold thanks to the temperature of the water that time of year, was gorgeous. All in all, a perfect day.

We had two sets of plans today. We thought we bought tickets to today’s Nationals versus Cubs game through Jack’s T-Ball league but no one ever confirmed with us. So, in case we didn’t actually have tickets, I also lined up a babysitter so we could instead go out to dinner or a movie (and here all the people who know me far too well all shout “FOOD! MOVIE! WEASEL!” and the rest of you just look somewhat confused and simply smile and nod).

I went yesterday to the ticket pickup to see if there were any for us. Sure enough, there were. I paid and when I got home, I emailed the sitter to say thanks, but no thanks. (Doing both the game and going out would be too much.)

Now, Jack has been on and off sick for 2+ weeks now. It started as a nasty viral thing with a high temperature and general nastiness and then evolved into an ear infection. Then, six days into his antibiotics, some new viral thing grabbed ahold of him and caused him to start throwing up and being miserable again. He missed his T-Ball practice, his fourth game in a row, and we had to cancel weekend plans with out of town friends. But on Saturday he was feeling much better, though we decided to still have him miss his game as a precaution since we really didn’t want to miss going to the Nationals game today.

This morning, at breakfast, he threw up again. So, there went the Nationals game as we kept Jack home yet again. Yesterday, I picked up a used copy of Crash Bandicoot: The Wrath of Cortex for PS2 (Jack and I had finished all of the PS1 Crash Bandicoots as of Friday) and we stayed in and played it most of the weekend. We’re on level 25 of 25 with just this last level and one more boss level to go. What on earth will we play when this is over?

As for Ann and I? We celebrated our sixth anniversary in an oddly appropriate way: we worked out back for a few hours planting new plants, relocating plants suddenly hidden under hostas that were much smaller last year, and weeding. It was a strangely nice way to spend an anniversary. Although I have to work tonight so we can’t have an us night in front of the TV watching some or other movie…

…then again… nothing is time critical… and it is our anniversary… ah screw it. I can work a long day tomorrow to catch up…