We were married in a Presbyterian Church in one of the Kansas suburbs of Kansas City. I remember a lot of greenery in the floral decorations. The processional was Purcell's "Trumpet Tune". The ceremony was brief, with no soloist and no sermon. I had to learn all sorts of new things to get married, like the difference between a morning coat and a tuxedo, and the way that little hors d'oevres that look like hamburgers do not taste like hamburgers.
"With this ring, I thee wed", "to have and to hold", "I now pronounce". White bride's cake, chocolate groom's cake. A tea to introduce my fiance to the folks in my folks' small southern town. A honeymoon in Nassau. 7,665 days of marriage.
Life is how I imagine quilting must be. Certainly, there are uncomfortable moments with sharp needles. A few times, one has to admit that a seam has been mis-sewn. But when the assemblage takes a pleasing pattern, all the patience and attention can create something lovely.
I find my life has its share of "if I could" though I don't live my life mired in regret. It's always grand, though, to be able to say "if I could choose", I'd choose the same choices again.
Sunday we'll dine at someplace French or Italian, and think of greenery and lovely years, and
lovely times ahead.