A lot can happen in 13 years.
I have left a job and organization I loved, taken and left a job that turned out not to be the best fit, and landed in a unique professional role with an organization I adore. I have moved from a “nice little town” (after leaving my hometown) to a small city where I am likely now settled forever. I have left a choral singing group where I was settled for 16 years, explored other performing groups, and finally found “my” group 2 years ago.We have purchased Prune Ridge (our home). I have inexplicably become a gardener! We lost our sweet cat Tori, welcomed our perfect silly dog Olive, and have watched my cat Maggie B navigate growing old with every transition one can imagine in the life of a cat. I have been diagnosed with multiple sclerosis, 5 years after the possibility of MS first was suggested by a doctor. I have had great fun taking banjo lessons, while learning nearly nothing. I have single-handedly built a deck and am about to begin renovation of a bathroom. We have become campers and enjoy trips to a cabin or tent in the woods enormously.
Through these 13 years I have had a single perfect companion.
Thirteen years ago, under the gazebo at Wildwood Metropark in Toledo, John and I were married. We had the last perfectly beautiful fall day that year for a perfectly beautiful wedding. I would not trade a single detail of that day - nor of the 13 years since. John was known to my friends initially as “the quiet man from Ann Arbor.” He remains my perfect husband, and the quiet man from Ann Arbor. We are the Reeds of Prune Ridge, and we look forward to the next 13 years.
(Granted, this is my blog and my post, but I trust that he’s looking forward to the years ahead as well!)
I love the picture of the two of you crossing the bridge. You have the best smile anyway, but here you are just beaming!
Posted by: Michelle M Perrine | Tuesday, October 16, 2018 at 01:33 PM