To make a very long story short, my guy survived, through much pain and suffering. Through his recovery we became even closer and stronger having weathered this storm. I want to always remember this day...no day is guaranteed, no tomorrow promised. These last twenty years have been a gift. What a tragedy if I had lost him then, before he could see our children grown up, to see the wonderful adults they have become, before he could be called Papa by our sweet and special Penny, before I could show him a million more times how much I love him. Our thirty eight years together, a treasure. Last night we celebrated.
People started coming in a few at a time, but I don't think there were thirty groups on the lawn. The concert was in the theater, so we didn't see how many people attended inside. The performance was a baritone who sang opera in German. Romance? No. (A little like a nightmare or horror movie...) He had a beautiful voice but the music was not melodious. We did manage to have a good time, talked to some very nice people and celebrated our anniversary, with many well wishes. We had a great dinner, a fancy cupcake we shared for dessert. We watched the stars come out and called it a night. We listened to some really great music on the way home, and went to bed tired and happy. A happy anniversary.
Shakespeare said, "Summer's lease hath all to short a date." And that my friends is August. Four short weeks of Summer. How will you spend these precious days?
Thanks for stopping by and for all your well wishes. Have a great weekend my friends...Love to all.