Holy Moly, 12,775 days. Last Saturday we had double the celebrations, mine and Mister’s 35th Wedding anniversary, hence the day count, and Canada’s 150th birthday.
In our younger years, on the Canada Day long weekend we would revisit, Kelly’s Saloon at Fort Edmonton Park, where we were married.
Thirty-five years ago, we exchanged vows in a simple western themed ceremony inside the historic saloon with only family and a few friends in attendance.
It feels like yesterday until one thinks about all we have shared and achieved. The most precious and cherished being the wonderful kids we are blessed with and the continued growth of new generations.
We have sampled the richer and poorer, and in sickness and health, part of our vow’s.
We have laughed lots and cried some, me more so than Mister regarding the last one.
As couples do, we bicker, but our love and devotion for each other is as strong today as it was the day we said, “I do.”
Simple things that work for us.
Communication is our friend.
Saying the hard things is as important as saying, I love you.
We each learned to compromise, so neither of us makes all the sacrifices.
We didn’t lose ourselves, sometimes we do things without the other.
When one or both are stressed we lean on each other.
We ask each other their opinion and advice, it’s often helpful.
We don’t exchange material gifts anymore. The specialness of the occasion for us is relishing the fact we are still here to love one-another.
Mister says having our anniversary on a special holiday means he never forgets, and there is always tons of Canada Day activities to do.
I often forget to take blog related pictures, a perfect one for this post would have been the mass of 60 to 80 or more golf carts gathered for the annual July 1st, hot dog lunch at our resort.
Saturday evening the resort’s restaurant had an adult barn dance with a chuck-wagon buffet. We went with friends, but we learned early in the night it wasn’t what we expected. The four of us were like the tribes elders or the chaperones at a high school dance, in other words, the oldest there. Where were the other couples our age, we don’t know?
The extreme decimal they played the country tunes meant you needed to shout to communicate. Ourselves and the crowd obliged, creating an additional roar which we swear made them turn the music even louder. Aren’t I sounding like an old fuddy-duddy.
Our plan was to dance, but the youngen’s around us seemed content to drink. We should have done our own thing, but we already felt out of place.
An hour and a half later primed with liquid courage people flocked to the dance floor.
Was this our chance?
The small floor area filled with arms flailing and bodies bopping while they all danced with each other. To our dismay there were no couples, and no two-stepping being done. So us and our old fashion ways spectated which was entertaining.
After the buffet, us four left and went to the nearest town for the annual firework show.
Not everybody can end their anniversary day with a great firework display, but we always do thanks to Canada Day celebrations.
Hope all our fellow countrymen had a wonderful Canada Day, and the same wish goes to our Southern neighbors for their 4th of July.
Did you stay home for Canada Day or July 4th, or take in some festivities?