Eighteen years ago today was a Tuesday, I know this because I was on holiday from work; I also know this because it was the eve of my wedding day.
It was a whirlwind of a year, we met properly in the October, we started dating on the 1st of February and were married on the 16th of September. When you know…you know!
We did not have a rehearsal dinner on that evening, all that remained to do by this time on that day was a run through at the hotel. The preacher couldn’t make it so we gathered a few of those involved and made our way over to the hotel.
We had booked the lower function room because it had a nice fireplace to put the pillar candles on. Our organist was father of one of our bridesmaids and we wanted him to play something upbeat as the guests gathered. He soon was off on a roll and caught the sound we imagined.
The ushers were briefed and timings were finalised before we all set off for home. I gave a final kiss to this single woman who had inexplicably agreed to be bound into union with me. The next time we met would be our last moments as single people.
Typically for me, on the morning I realised that I had not packed for our honeymoon and furthermore had nothing other than my work bag to put anything into. So off I scooted to purchase something suitable. That done I further realised that I had no idea how to put on a kilt correctly, the local hire shop were very obliging.
I had thankfully managed to fully organise our honeymoon, my speech, the flowers for specific people and a gift to arrive at my fiancées house on the morning.
The day went off without hitch apart from the intended one.
Little did either of us realise that day what we would encounter in the days since then. We had both decided that this was to be out commitment to and Covenant with each other for ever…come what may.
Never once in those years have I regretted or doubted the words that I said to this woman, she is the most amazingly strong, incredibly level headed, unwaveringly loving and supportive person to enter my life.
Those years have gone in a moment, sitting here reflecting on them I can remember so many of the wonderful times we have shared together. I can also remember a lot of the wonderfully painful experiences that we have walked through hand in hand.
I am a blessed man today. So many are yearning for love or mourning lost love, others abandon marriages in search of adventure as they reach my age and imagine that they have missed out on some elusive pleasure.
I spent many of my married years looking for adventure or chasing dreams, it finally dawned upon me yesterday that my marriage and our children have been and will continue to be my greatest adventure.