It was not the wedding that most dream about, there was a dress, though not a traditional one, and
not a tux, but a velvet jacket and bow tie and jeans. Not photos, because the minister's wife couldn't work a 35mm camera. Hostess Twinkies and bottle of Boone's Farm wine were the sacraments. Nobody thought it would last. No one attended but the bride, the groom, the minister and his wife. That was 38 years ago today in a little south Alabama town called Brewton, near the Gulf of Mexico.
Yep, there has never been anything typical about our marriage.......it has had its share of ups and downs, of good and bad, of wild and crazy, silly and sad. Music has always been a common thread, at times the only common thread......but we knew we were in it for the long haul.
It took his folks a long time to adjust to me.......I was just downright weird, skinny as a rail,
long blonde hair, a hippy chick. His momma thought that he had never committed any sins until he married me. It didn't matter what anyone thought, I knew we brought out the best in each other.
Our life together has been quite a journey, full of mystery, joy, and adventure......and also times of boredom, disgust and disbelief.....after all that is what life is, that is what marriage is.
A commitment, a compromise, a trust, and sometimes just hanging on for the hell of it.
So for all those who thought we'd never make it......you were wrong.......we were in it for the long haul.