Three years ago I took the plunge into uncharted waters and said I do to Mr. Gadget. I had assumed that I would marry young and be a stay-at-home-wife-and-mom-extraordinaire. However. My twenties drifted into my thirties. The thirties marched relentlessly on. Relationships crashed and burned waxed and waned. Ours is not a magical tale of love and romance. There is love. There is romance. Occasionally. It’s not the stuff of country songs. It’s not what I’d dreamed it would be. Thank God! Left to my own devices, I might have been a Stepford wife. We are very different, the Cool Cat and I. We have good times. We have difficult times. Communication is one of our biggest struggles, but when we laugh, oh how we laugh. We are good together. I like being a couple. I like sharing a home, sharing a life. I love sharing a child.
I found this Van Gogh painting with a dark haired buxom woman and a reddish blonde bearded man. It was us. Perfect for our wedding invitation. We sort of eloped. Decided to just go for it and do it. Take the plunge. The beauty of it is that my closest friends and family made it, even though it was short notice, and even though it was miles away.
When I returned to work, I sent this picture to my coworkers to announce what I’d done. They all thought it was a joke. An elaborate April Fool’s prank. It was for real though. (Sure wish that was my bejeweled showgirl figure.)
Happy Anniversary to my Gadget Man.