The Lovely Sharon and I celebrated our 9th
wedding anniversary last week in the same manner we do each year. We drove our golf cart out to the 14th
hole of Ironwood Country Club’s South course where we got married. The day we were married we played 18 holes of
golf, freshened up in the restroom and got married near the waterfall on the 14th
hole in our golf shoes and golf clothes.
Watching us take our vows of perpetual golf and a life together were
some 30 friends and family members who drove golf carts to the site of the ceremony.
After a few sips of the bubbly, the Lovely Sharon got the
music going and to my pleasure the song she put on was our song, “The Way You
Look Tonight”. With the sun lowering in
the western sky but the warmth of desert still upon us, we danced on the grass
to the music. The only witness to our
dance was a solitary duck in the lake in front of the 14th green
As I held her in my arms and did my normal clunky awkward
attempt at a slow dance, I thought about the marriage ceremony, about our
marriage and about the beautiful location we were at. It is unbelievable that she has been bossing
me around for nine years already. I know it sounds cliché, but it really does
seem as though it has only been a couple of years since March 21, 2004 when we
said our “I do’s” to a chorus of howling coyotes. When I look at her today, I can’t believe how
lucky I am that she agreed to drag me along in life. She
has put up with all of my faults and short comings with patience and kindness.
She is as lovely as she was the day we wed.
After our dance, she remarked at how lucky we were to have
gotten married at a location where each anniversary we could celebrate at the
actual place of the ceremony. As I
thought about it, it occurred to me that each year as our anniversary neared, I
indeed looked forward to our golf cart drive to the 14th hole and
our Champaign toast.
Finally, we drove back home where we made
dinner, lit candles and tiki torches for a romantic dinner on the patio. We
talked about everything and nothing if you know what I mean. We shared a bottle
of red zinfandel and toasted some more. I cleared the table off as she sat at the
patio table enjoying the evening. She looked lovely in the candle light.
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