Forty-One

The years have rolled away one after the other, but it is only like yesterday when it all begun. It was a Saturday in September, I remember it so well and I was as nervous as could be. The sun was shining thankfully and the big day had arrived. My best man took me for a drive miles away from where I should be. I became a clock-watcher, watching the minutes tick on by and fearing all the time I’d be late. My heart was beating franticly as I watched the hands on my watch. My best man seemed to drag it out. However, would I get there on time? If this was to calm me down it was having the opposite effect. My hands were shaking like a leaf on a windy day. Finally we started back, my fears still not relieved. I glanced at my watch every time we had to stop. Thinking all the while, we were going to be late, but my best man wasn’t ruffled. My panic tones kept echoing until we stopped outside the small church down the street from where I lived. Thankfully, we got there just in the nick of time, as my bride had not arrived yet. Here forty-one years later I still remember my panic on our wedding day, as I wondered if I would get there in time to say the words I do, but I did. In a couple of weeks we celebrate again as another year has sped by. Are we still happy? Through all our troubles and discord through the years, we are still together and that answers the question. 1 September 2011