Today is our Emerald Wedding Anniversary! I wouldn’t have known that but I do have it on the very best authority, aka the Eldest of the Darling Daughters who always likes to carry out a bit of background research
into such matters.
Should you prefer the numerical version, then that’s 55 years today - and counting - since Mr B pledged to share all his worldly goods
with me. I had to remind him of this when, during a FaceTime with my Little Sister and her fella this afternoon, I mentioned that we would be sharing a bottle of wine with our takeaway curry meal. The expression on Mr B’s face suggested that worldly
goods were one thing but he wasn’t into sharing his bottle of wine tonight...
We had decided (that’s a Royal we, in case you were wondering) that we
would spend a happy afternoon going through three special albums of memories - our original wedding album, with all its black and white photographs; our Ruby Wedding scrapbook; and the album of memories from our Golden Wedding Day, five years ago.
In an envelope attached inside the back cover of our wedding album were dozens of acceptance letters and gift cards - I suspect it may well be 55 years since we last looked
at these but they were well worth examination. Some of the names we had to puzzle over (“Uncle Frank must be your family, we don’t have an Uncle Frank in our family...” Poor Uncle Frank - neither of us can place him.) I love the fact that
Auntie Rene asked my mum if she would like her to make some cakes for the happy occasion. I sent my Little Sister a photo of the cute gift card she sent us which had her worrying because she couldn’t remember what she gave us. Nor, to be fair, could
I but I am sure it would have been something splendid.
It took even longer to pore over the Ruby Wedding album which covered (i) party preparations; (ii) a family
lunch; (iii) the party itself; (iv) the day after (why have one anniversary cake when you could have two?); and our wonderful Ruby Roman Holiday in, well, Rome. So many memories - among them the three eldest granddaughters, wearing the white bridesmaids dresses
from the Middle of the Darling Daughters’ wedding, flitting barefoot across the lawns in the early evening gloaming looking for all the world like fairy people.
The Golden Wedding, of course, was only five years ago so the memories of renewing our vows in church, followed by a garden party at home for all our Nearest and Dearest are still comparatively fresh. I remember wearing my golden shoes, as a nod to
the line in Spread a Little Happiness (one of my favourite songs from our choir repertoire) which talks about never knowing what day will turn out to be your “Golden Shoes Day.”
Some folk, I’ve found, are a bit sniffy about the idea of renewing wedding vows suggesting it’s only relevant for those who may have strayed. Five years ago Mr B and I knew we were “in it for the long haul”
as we battled his deteriorating health - so what better time to remind ourselves of our promise to stay together “for better, for worse...in sickness or in health...”
On my Friday morning choir Zoom this morning, one of the choir commented how lucky I am. Her husband had Alzheimer’s and by the time of their Golden Wedding anniversary no longer knew who she was. If I had needed reminding, that oh-so-poignant
memory would have brought it home to me.
Ah, home! When we had finished looking through the albums, we played again the video of our four oldest grandchildren
singing “Already Home” in church at our Golden Wedding service. Well, actually we played it through twice - and yes, indeed, Tears Were Shed.
were, of course, tears of happiness - as befits an anniversary full of happy memories. Happy Emerald Wedding Anniversary, dear Mr B - yesterday, today, tomorrow, forever...