My best friend and I were married today 25 years ago, in the same church that her parents had married, so it's fun to compare fashions in the same building, with photos shot from the same angles.
There had been two deaths in the congregation in the previous week, so we ended up sandwiched between two funerals. Some of our friends and family who arrived a little early got to see a casket go down the front steps of the church ... great imagery, whoops?
We had a bottle of mead I had made - the last from my second batch, and it was 14 years old at the time. Long ago I had saved it hidden in woodwork under the cellar steps - waiting for the one who would become the love of my life.
It had preserved beautifully - clear and lightly sparkling.
The priest enjoyed it too. Lithuanians can hold their own against the Poles when it comes to polkas and I was swept off my feet time and time and time again. Some of the French Canucks from the way-up-northern slice of my family could still step dance. Not eactly 'Riverdance,' but the very distinctive traditions of Québec. And now my sweetie has her own ceinture flechée, too.
We have other great personal memories from then onto the present day... and I look forward to many more years together with my best friend.
- G
