On this day in 1993 Ceredwyn and I were married in Ann Arbor, Michigan.
All that morning rain threatened or actually occurred, giving us the agita of activating contingency planning along with trying hard not to think of grim omens. Driving through drizzle I reached the site early (as the groom, my arrival wasn’t supposed to be dramatic) and found the clouds receding. Cars started to arrive, many still wet from the rain they traveled through to get to the site, but dried in the emerging sun there. The rain stayed away for us for the ceremony. That was a better omen. A true omen.
25 years. What an outrageous period of time for us. Nothing in our lives has lasted this long. Not our eldest child’s life so far (22, somehow), nor our residence in any American state. Certainly no job or particular swathe through education took 25 years. This bit of writing and images occurs on a blog, a technology that isn’t even 20 years old.
A quarter century. It makes us feel old, historic.
It’s all too much to summarize. I could write about homes, children, jobs, travel, pets, bills, cars, successes, sadness, things still in process, opportunities opening up down the road. The metaphors come easily, cheesily, an adventure or journey being the easiest ones.
I can dwell on Ceredwyn for a while. She’s my Morticia Addams, my dark muse, my creepy love. The mother of my children. My homesteading partner. My business partner. My creative genius. My love. My love.
She’s a lifesaver, too. Ceredwyn is an EMT, for one, racing across the mountain to rescue people. For another, she teaches people to be EMTs, and acts as a chaplain for emergency services teams. For a third, she’s saved my life in various ways and instances.
Twenty five years of blended our biographies, creating a joint life. We image and imagine each other, reflecting and being reflected upon.
That’s enough for now. It’s morning here, and things are in process. We have to take our son to visit Battleship Cove., return to the Lizzie Borden B+B, then drive home to check on the house and try to get some alone time.
Happy anniversary, my beloved. I love you more than worlds.