Happy Anniversary Baby...lol

It's coming up to that time of year.

That time of years that, 12 years ago, I thought I'd never see. 
My wedding anniversary.

For those who need to catch up, my husband was a bagel baker at the time. We wanted, or should I say, we were hoping for a three day honeymoon, after all- he worked every day. So the only time we figured we could plan a wedding was around a legal holiday, as the bakery was closed on Mondays.

January?February?..nah...we figured on Labor Day, and the Saturday on the weekend that year was August 31st. Lots of good stuff for August- my Dad always had us take our vacation on the last week of August so we would be "refreshed" going back to school.I always enjoyed British history and royalty and poor Diana passed on August31st, a day I thought ,OK,I would tip my hat to her. I chose " I vow to thee, my Country", or as it was known as "Jupiter, the bringer of Jollity", by Gustav Holst, which was a song/hymn associated with Diana to walk down the aisle with. My Dad went to heaven on August 24th, but I always felt that was like he was going on his vacation week, so it was cool.

What you hope for- good weather. What I got? Beautiful weather, with help to the Sisters of Saint Joseph who were among those putting Blessed Mother statues in the window for me. I had a nice wedding, married a pretty terrific guy...life is pretty OK..

Fast forward.

I am at my desk streaming the National Weather Service on my IPhone for the weekend hurricane report. Yes, as we all know, hurricane season is here, and we were going to go to the shore for the weekend to celebrate our anniversary.My husband, like some other folks, love to see the ocean in a storm. Yes, I admit, I do too...to an extent. Hurricane Irene is due and things don't look good, yet we are, as of this moment still planning to go. Me, Jim, Zush,our 9 year old golden retriever collie mix, and her 2 year old sister, Kasia, same mix with a little chow mixed in to make it interesting, If this was earlier in our marriage, I would have thought, great! Now all I can think of is sitting with the huddled masses, that's IF we are lucky, on route 47, the main road out from our neck of the woods, moving, AGAIN, IF you are lucky,bumper to bumper, trying to get to Philadelphia...oh, and did I mention the two good dogs in the back seat and probably the torrential downpours we'll encounter?

I admit I am looking forward to it. I just wish the Marian from 5 years ago was still around to look forward to it a little more and not feel so apprehensive about it.

But it's OK. My better half, the girls, some decent food, dry clothes, adult beverages...and did I say crossed fingers? **wink**...

Who says romance is dead? ROFLMAO.....................