Friday evenings, especially soft warm ones like right now, carry memories that only two people shared--Gwen and I. During the long year before we married it was when we were back together after a week apart. The gift I now have is the memory of her running from her front door and throwing her arms around my neck. Many people have memories like that; only I have the memory of holding her close, filled with emotion, words were neither possible nor necessary.
Tonight is made more special because 49 years ago our months of waiting were over and our happiness was complete as we met at the altar of St. Mary's Church in Gaastra, Michigan and exchanged our wedding vows. This is a picture I took last summer. It is the aisle that Gwen walked down and the altar where we met as two and left as one. The church is now part of the Iron County Museum:
Happy Anniversary, Dear.
Tonight is made more special because 49 years ago our months of waiting were over and our happiness was complete as we met at the altar of St. Mary's Church in Gaastra, Michigan and exchanged our wedding vows. This is a picture I took last summer. It is the aisle that Gwen walked down and the altar where we met as two and left as one. The church is now part of the Iron County Museum:
Happy Anniversary, Dear.
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