This past month was a whirlwind of activites with my life rushing over me at such a swift pace that it took my breath away. In cleaning up the house, fixing broken bits of it, packing up some of the clutter and brick-a-brack like Hud's Stanhope collection and my fourteen sets of dishware, it happened. We fell in love with the house. Hud and I and our menage a trois love affair with Schyterbolle is hot and heavy again. We're just not quite ready to break up with her. In doing so, I gave up most of my studio to make an apartment. Hud called Rhodes and as luck would have it, a returning foreign exchange student called two days later needing immediate occupancy. She's happily ensconced in her new home and I can get on with my ninety thousand unfinished projects.
In the midst of it all, we did find time to celebrate this special occassion.
Hud and I renewed our vows in a small ceremony down by the Mississippi River. There were only seven of us present. Hud's best man from our wedding, Calvin and his wife, Jamie, the original photographer at our wedding sixteen years ago, Keith and his wife, Donna, the two of us and our dear friend, Bob, who officiated the event.
We chose well in Bob. He had some lovely things to say about us and our marriage. Everyone was in tears.
Hud said the most wonderful heartfelt things to me. Everyone was in tears.
And then it was my turn. I retrieved my vows from my bosom. Everyone laughed. Hey. Don't judge. There weren't any pockets in that dress! I managed to choke out my words for Hud.
That's Calvin, Donna, Hud, Me, Bob and Jamie with the Mississippi River Bridge and Big Muddy in the background.
And here we are with our longtime friends, Donna and Keith.
October 4, 2013 was just as special as that same day, sixteen years ago.