One Year

Last night, Warren and I raced to our downtown movie theatre to watch "Julie and Julia," which I had wanted to see and which I enjoyed immensely. Our last minute movie going was a small celebration sandwiched in between a busy weekend and a busy week, because tonight there is a Symphony committee meeting that we both are attending and any celebration tonight will be of a silent nature while we share homemade apple pie and ideas and thoughts sitting around a big table.

Our reason to celebrate?

Just one year ago today Warren and I were married on an early fall evening at an outdoor setting here in town, with two of our four children, our "almost daughter" Amy, and my parents in attendance.

My boss, who is a Municipal Court judge, presided. The groom and his son arrived more than fashionably late, so much so that I wondered whether Warren had gotten cold feet at the last minute.

Lucky for me, he had not. Son David had a last minute fashion crisis that resulted in switching from jeans to slacks (his dad's), borrowing a belt, then punching a new hole to make the belt work.

The ceremony, once the other key player had arrived, was short and, as they say, sweet. Everyone was smiling, starting with the judge. Afterwards, we fed the three kids, then drove David back to Akron, where he attends college.


Our one splurge for an otherwise almost free wedding (the license being our only expense) was that we had our wedding rings made by a local artist, Sharon Abood. Before we met with her, Warren and I talked about what we wanted in rings. We were in agreement about plain bands, but differed on materials. I want a brass ring, like a carousel ring you grab for another ride. (I haven't written yet about carousels, but trust me, that post is coming one of these days.) Warren wanted one of bronze, as cymbals and gongs are made from bronze.

Sharon is very warm and funny and we had a lot of fun working with her. She listened to our ideas about materials and then suggested a compromise: make the ring of "new bronze," which is a brass/copper mix. It seemed a fitting blend of our two lives.

Sharon is also a romantic. As we talked, she suggested a silver lining, to prevent allergic reactions to the metals. Sharon then smiled and said that perhaps we could consider the silver "symbolic of your wedding - that it is a silver lining in your lives."

It certainly has been. And continues to be.

Always.