Tomorrow we celebrate our 33rd Wedding Anniversary – yay!!! We got married on the only sunny day in June, in a historical manor house. Him Indoors wore his navy blue suit and me with my pineapple fiber dress from the Philippines. My cousin wore a royal blue dress as my bridesmaid. She and her husband were the only part of my family who were there. Him Indoors got all his family and friends there. The reception was in their garden and we prepared all the food. His Mum made the wedding cake. They played cricket at the backfield. It was a gorgeous day, neighbours brought their chairs and sat in the garden.
How time flies. To think that when we started we were both students or trainees, had moved from a studio in Birmingham, a maisonette with Mrs. Booth in Nottingham (we were on the top floor and every week we played cards with Mrs. Booth, bless her soul), a flat in Ramersdorf, a split house in Unterhaching, now a terrace house with a garden in the south of Munich. HRH the son was born two years after we moved to Germany and we have been living here for the last 29 years.
We’ve gone through thick and thin, through being fit and healthy to all the illnesses and now trying to be as healthy as possible. We’ve cried together, laughed a lot, sometimes ignored each other, accepted each other with all our quirks and idiosyncrasy, had a lot of tiffs, and so on. But at the end of it, we’re best mates, soul mates if there are such things and we don’t mind spending the rest of our lives together. Cheers everyone and thanks for letting us share our wedding anniversary with all of you.
Thirty three years of devotedness and love
All the experience and our adventure
With you it’s like a cooing of a dove
Together we try to find some answer
We’ve made our home and oh so contented
Our son and bride join us and tortoises
We’re grateful to all and feeling so blessed
Places we’ve visited give us real buzz
We’re so different and we argue sometimes
Each other’s quirks and idiosyncrasies
We have created our own paradigms
One thing for sure, the day we always seize