Forty-three years ago today I married Gary Morice, my childhood sweetheart, my soulmate, the man of my dreams.
On Friday evening, Nov 10, 1972, at 7:30 pm, in front of family and friends, I walked down the aisle to join this man that I loved with all my heart, and when he died in December of 2009 we had been happily married for over thirty-seven years.
Thinking back, the only thing I would change about our time together would be to have more of it, more days to say, “See you tonight, honey,” before heading to work, more nights to whisper, “I love you,” before drifting off to sleep, more years to grow old and wrinkled and gray together.
We didn’t get that, and I miss him every day. And every day I remember.
So this day, our anniversary, I thought I’d share a few pictures of us from our early years together as a young couple. And wow – were we ever young! But we were in love and we were determined to be together and in 1972, at least in 1972 in New Brunswick, Canada, wanting to be together meant getting married.
It worked out for us.
As I was going through photos last evening to choose a few for today’s post, I realized again how fortunate I was to have had a good man as a partner, and a good marriage to remember now when memories are what I have left.
I could also have chosen pictures of us as a family – with our two children we raised together, and of our family adventures and misadventures, but for today I decided, in the interests of space, to limit the photos to just a few of us as a couple, because no matter what else we were in the world – mother and father, daughter and son, brother and sister, friend – we were a couple, united together for as long a time as we had.
Good memories. Happy Anniversary, honey. See you tonight in my dreams.
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