Seven years to the day

My queen,

It was seven years ago we held hands halfway up a snow covered mountain and made promises for our lives entwined.  Love, of course, was among the vows.  So too was adventure.  I’d say we have done very well on both those counts.

We’ve traveled from Playa del Carmen to Whistler to San Diego to Bar Harbor.  We’ve snowboarded, camped, gone sightseeing, visited family in at least 4 different states, played volleyball, relaxed on beaches, watched movies from the comfort of our couch, bought new cars, bought a condo, remodeled various parts of that condo, and expanded our family.  First we added two cats to our fold, and then out of the adventuring duo arose a trio of explorers.

Sometimes it seems our little home is bursting at the seams… but even then it feels exactly like it is supposed to: home.

We’ve built a wonderful life together over the last seven years.

I can’t wait to see how it expands and changes in the next seven, and the seven after that, and the seven after that, and…

All my love,

Matt

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my best dream

It was five years ago today,
We went up the mountain to say,
Promises of love and adventure,
Trials and triumphs,
Sorrows and joys,
But love and adventure most of all.

How have the years passed so quickly?
How is it possible for our bond to have grown exponentially?

Where will our family be in five more years?
Side by side, wherever we end up, I’ll have no fears.

I love you, my Queen,
You are, come true, my best dream.

April 18, 2009

The wedding guests are gathering as I sit in the nearby snow on a beautiful Sierra spring day.  It won’t be long before I’ll get to see her walk down the aisle again.

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Word Count: 33

It’s Friday.  It’s 33 words.  It must be the new Trifextra challenge:

This weekend, we want you to give us a 33-word time travel story.  We don’t usually tell you what to title your piece, but we’d love it if you could title it with the year/date that you choose.

Watching the queen walk towards me, towards our married life together, was one of the happiest moments I’ve ever had.  I could watch that scene over and over.  And I would never tire of it.  Her radiance.  The day’s perfection.  The meaning, passion, devotion.  Her smile.  Everyone there that day could see that smile, but it was all for me, for us.  I had to choke back tears of joy and I barely succeeded.

Pretty In Pink, By Djmatticus

Matrone Bell has started a little picture prompt in amongst her Ramblings & Other Nonsence. This was my contribution to the first week’s prompt. If you want to play along, here’s the path that provides all the necessary information: http://matronbell.wordpress.com/2013/05/28/picture-prompt/

my success story

Have I mentioned before that the wife is a dancer?

No?  Okay, so the wife is a dancer.

And, by dancer, I mean she is a professionally trained ballroom dance instructor and competitor.  She can watch Dancing With the Stars and do a better job critiquing the dances then the judges…  Do you have a clear picture of the type of person I’m talking about now?  She’s passionate, well trained, and very, very good at what she does.

Before we met, I was not a dancer.  For the first year and a half we dated I remained resolute in declining invitations to try dancing.  For the following year or so I continued to tell her that I had no interest in dancing… while I was secretly taking lessons in the evenings while she was at work.

Why?  Why would take lessons?  Why would I keep it from her?

So that I could surprise her with my new found dance knowledge of course, and then propose.  And, because I knew at the wedding I’d have to know what I was doing to pull off the first dance.

After spilling the secret, getting on one knee, asking, and her saying “yes,” we spent the next 8 months streamlining my dance training, choreographing our first dance (a rumba to Michael Buble’s “Everything.”

I was nervous…

But the day of the wedding came, the ceremony went smoothly on the McCoy Sun Deck, our cocktail hour at the Top of the Sierra (11,000+ feet) went smoothly, everyone got seated back at Parallax okay, dinner went smoothly, and then it was time…

Would I remember the steps?  Would I do her proud?  Would it look as good to everyone there as it had when we practiced it?

She was perfect, of course, gorgeous, sexy, smooth, silky.  And I pulled off my part flawlessly too.  It was amazing!

And that is my success story for today.

Do you have a success story you want to share with the kingdom?