Tuesday, 7 February 2012

Thirty One Years, And They Said It Would Not Last, Just Stars In Her Eyes

   I meant Fuzzy for the first time when I was seventeen, it was in a wash rack at the fall provincial livestock show. Nice guy but I was more into cattle and horses,and rodeo at the time, and I was jail bait in his eyes. One year and a half of another one, the story changed somewhat and we started hanging around together when we saw each other at the cattle shows. Things got a little more serious when he came up north for my 19th birthday at the end of May, and the following February 7th, we got married.
   It was a cold but sunny Saturday up home, busy day as the wedding did not take place until 7:00pm friends and family were stopping in and last minute things to do the day flew by and it was time to go to the church. Now my Dad was having a little trouble that day I am not sure why but he just was not himself to the point he did not even warm the car to make the drive to the church. So there was one very cold bride by the time we got to the church,and my Mom had always told my sister and I that if we got the cold shivers running down are backs when we walked down the isle to turn and run not look back. Well Lordy how could you tell when you were already and ice cube from the car ride there.
    The church was  aglow with candle light, so beautiful. Two of the bridesmaids were a little nervous as was I so in my mind, humour was the only way to handle the situation, made a joke wondering which one of them would be the first to trip down the isle, which eased our tension until my sister told us to behave, it was a time to be serious. they headed  down the isle and then it was Dad and my turn, everyone rose and began to stare at my feet,yes I was wearing my Tony Lamas(I have worn western boots most of my life) and thanks to one of my aunts they were manure free. My brother in law had said he would give me a hundred dollars if I would do it, had already planned on it, so was the easiest money I ever made. Fuzzy was there waiting on me ( thank goodness)I could focus on him to get down that isle. As he took my hand and I went to step toward to the Reverend, Dad stepped on my train, nothing ripped but in my mind I thought it was going to, me being me I wheeled around and there were a few who thought I might deck my Dad, the thought had slightly crossed my mind but I did my usual, DAD  as quietly as I could, and realised Mom was right when she was creating my beautiful dress that I maybe should not have a 5 ft. train when I was only that tall myself,Dad might trip on it, no Mom he won't do that! ( Moms are almost always right) The ceremony was beautiful and I was married to my best friend and the future was ours.
 After the church we went back to the house for pictures and then to the hall for a night of speeches,toasts, food, dancing, laughter and  much celebration.
 That was thirty one years ago,we have had good times and bad, drought,flooding  and numerous other things but there is no one I would have gone through it all with but Fuzzy. He holds me up when I have not much left, he teases me until I laugh and straightens me out when I do something stupid but I always know he loves me and he will always be at my side. We have been blessed with two wonderful  daughters, one amazing son in law, and three special grandchildren,and Boo's boyfriend , Life is good! Here is to the next 31 years hope we make it and that I still have a few stars still left in my eyes.
  Love You Fuzzy My Friend!


  1. Aww! What a great post. Happy (belated) Anniversary!!

  2. Aww Granny Bob, what a nice warm story in February. You are very lucky that you are made for each other like that. Happy 31st Anniversary to you and Fuzzy.

    My husband and I got married in February too and we'll be married for 46 years. JB

  3. Woohoo...what a guy...what a love story!!!

    Congratulations on #31, may the honeymoon continue.

    God bless ya'll and have a fun time celebratin' your love sweetie!!!