Years ago today.
I met my husband. At a church brunch. He made quiche, believe it or not. He used to be the cook.
Remember when quiche was the latest thing?
Not that this is all about quiche. It was a choice. Go to a brunch with my roommate because she asked. Meet the owner of the townhouse when I spilled the rosé I was pouring into a glass. Clean up the floor.
Fast forward one year and four days. This was now my kitchen floor.
We met in August 1979 and married in August 1980.
Things have changed quite a bit in forty years. I obviously do most of the cooking. We have lived in three houses. Worked in many different places. Been retired for almost ten years.
The fifth was the day we met. The ninth is our anniversary. A pretty special week.
We lived in a Howard home starter townhouse in Owen Brown. Bought an out parcel townhouse in Scarborough. Harper’s Choice. Lived there twenty three years.
Moved to the rural west 14 years ago to follow our dreams. A garden. Radio towers. No covenants. Peace and quiet.
For better or worse. Sickness and health. Vows that mean something.
Still happy after all these years.