Yesterday was (would have been?) my 12th wedding anniversary. And much like last year, I spent the day distracting myself with my PhD before taking some time to reflect and remember my happy days as a happy wife. This year was a bit different, however, as I didn’t spend the day alone. Instead, I travelled to Falkirk in the afternoon after spending the morning in my office.
The choice to travel to Falkirk was made because The Wine Library was hosting a “taste of the Americas” wine tasting. I know the sommelier and her husband, so whilst she was busy sharing her wisdom with a group of wine enthusiasts and hobbyists, I enjoyed a bit of wine with her husband and one of her friends.
By the time the day was over, I had enjoyed too much (really good!) wine. But I hadn’t shed too many tears. And that was a nice change from past anniversaries.
I admit that I cried when I finally arrived home and the memories of my wedding day came flooding back to me. And I admit that the pain of widowhood on what should have been a happy celebration of marriage hurt. But the hurt has softened, even though my love remains.
Happy anniversary, Paul. I luv ya, luv!
Way back when, Paul created a couple of short photo videos to share with our family and friends who were unable to attend our wedding, so I thought that I’d share them with you here again. Just in case you want to roll your eyes over how terribly sappy and in love we were.
The “formal” shots
YouTube did not allow me to upload this video with the music Paul had it set to, so the track on the embedded video isn’t as fun. Click here to load the original version.
The “candid” shots
This one is loaded with the original music. So no other link is needed!