Monday, August 24, 2015

H is for Happily Ever After.

Ana confesses: I never remember my wedding anniversary.

My husband and I eloped after I suggested we get married, and he said, "Okay." We'd known each other for six weeks. I was eighteen. He was twenty-three, an ex-Marine who'd mesmerized me with his honesty and intensity. We had karma.

We got the required blood tests. Found a minister who would marry us. Asked his best friend and his best friend's girlfriend to be witnesses. I wore my favorite purple bellbottoms and cowboy boots. He wore his best light blue jeans and a long sleeved shirt. (It was 1969.)

Perhaps reflecting the after doubts of my impulsive decision, I have a perpetual blank of the date we tied the knot. It's either November 6th, 7th or 8th.

My hubby remembers. He's got a mind like a steel trap.
I wait until he asks me what I want to do for our anniversary and then I know it's that day.

After 40+ years, I'm convinced he wanted to marry me. I still don't regret not having a fancy - crazy wedding.  And I believe in happily ever after.


  1. What a wonderful story. My husband and I had been going out with each other for two years before we got married

  2. Purple bell-bottoms...would love to see a picture. Great story!

    1. I have one somewhere in a photo album. My mom baked a cake and took a pix of hubby and me holding it.
      He was wearing his sheepskin vest.

  3. So happy that you are living your 'happy ever after', Ana! I sometimes wonder if my heroes and heroines fall in love too quickly - but your experience shows that it's very possible! :-)

  4. I love that story. And I think you should celebrate for all three days. That way it doesn't matter if you don't remember.

  5. Yours is a story just like in the might seem a bit quick, but you know it's going to last forever. I love a good happily-ever-after, whether it's in real life or fiction.