Sixteen years ago yesterday, Vicky and I got married. It wasn’t your usual wedding – it was at the Fluvarium, for one thing and the Judge who performed the ceremony talked about gardens, bugs, the circle of life, fire and Prometheus. All in all, it suited us very well!
This is the girl I married. There’s some git standing next to her, but just ignore him.
It’s a photo of a photo. Apologies for the lousy quality.
Life moved on and several years later, Janice Day took some more recent pictures of us.
This is the girl I married. That git is still there – keep ignoring him, he just wants attention.
We often do a little something to celebrate our anniversary. Last night, however, was unique in the annals of the Taylor-Hood union.
We went to a formal-dress gala in honour of the Craft Council’s 40th anniversary. For 40 years, these folks have been promoting, preserving and nurturing traditional and trendsetting craft in the province. They deserved a big party and they sure got one!
Then we needed a bite, so we wandered into our favourite Indian restaurant, Indiagate, where, miraculously for a Friday night, we got in without a reservation. More than that, however, we were tucked away in their back dining room, which we had all to ourselves. We were blessed with a marvellous server, Danielle, who was prompt, attentive and unfailingly cheerful. Despite the fact that they were very busy, we were not rushed at any stage of the meal and had plenty of time to reflect with each other on the past decade-and-a-half-plus-one.
Then we changed our dressy clothes in the Law Society Library’s washrooms for more casual banging-around-in-the-woods wear. Never let it be said that I don’t know how to show my girl a good time!
Next, we drove out to Paradise where Vicky was in charge of the Paradise Kids’ Duathlon, set to take place the very next day. It’s a run-bike-run affair, divided into 5 age categories from ages 5 to 14, with different courses and distances for each age group. So for two hours that night, we wandered the Trailway and the trails of Octagon Pond with the stars, a GPS and each other for company.
Finally, it was home to bed.
The next 16 years promise to be just as much fun.