Thirty years ago on this date, GW and I were married a second time, this time at my parents' house with a rabbi presiding. There were none willing to make the trek into the wilds of Hoosierland for the first and more recognized ceremony, which was performed by a minister. My grandmother, who could not make the trek herself, attended this wedding. She died a few months later, making me even more happy that we held it.
This has always been our "B" anniversary. Despite my best efforts, I've never convinced GW that we should average the two dates and have only one celebration. It does help us remember my sister's anniversary which is a week from today, also their 30th.
Thirty years?
No way! We had to have gotten married when we were nine, then.
I just ordered chicken and an egg from Amazon. I'll let you know.
