Happy Anniversary
I have a complimentary marriage. Opposites attract, is what they say. I guess we are the proof of that. I doubt words could explain the dynamics of our relationship. If I were the romantic type, I would say we complete each other. Ron is a man with 6 decent sized tattoos, I have none. One of his tattoos is a maybe 6 inch by 4 inch tattoo of my head and shoulders, on his right arm. Without telling me until afterwards. Talk about Wow factor. And Wow, You're Nuts factor. I have never been so flattered in my entire life. He created the font for the name underneath, my nickname Kat.
Ron served 16 years in the military. He grew up hunting and did all kinds of sports. I have never been in a fight in my life. I played one season on the volleyball team in school. I'm a dedicated pacifist. I can barely shoot a melon, let alone a rabbit or deer.
How did we ever meet, and get together? He was raised a Utah Mormon, I was raised a laid-back British Columbia kid.
We have 9 kids, all grown up. I started with 4, he started with 5. He made me a Grandma when I married him. 11 times over now. I prefer the name G-Ma. Hahahaha. I scored big time with those grandkids. I told them I'm their Bonus Grandma. Step-Grandma sounds silly to me. I adore them all, even though some of them don't know it yet.
I can drive a car, but Ron can drive a car, and stick shift, and a bulldozer, and an airplane. I started driving when I was 19 years old. Ron was driving when he was 8. Hard to believe, I know. Until we sat on the porch of the retired sheriff in Cedar City, who confirmed pulling Ron over on main street.
Ron is a good cook. I have so little interest in cooking that I'm thinking of becoming a Raw Foodist in 2017. Maybe Ron married me because I have so much gratitude for all his skills and abilities.
Do you know that story?? Of how we married? I went to one of those work trainings where you are in a large group, and they say: tell us something about yourself that most people probably don't know. And I said: I wasn't invited to my own wedding. You heard me. We always said we would elope, it's true. But Ron got all the paperwork together, and didn't say a word. We were taking a trip from Vegas to Cedar City to visit his parents, which we did often. I took time off of work because it was his birthday, and I just wanted to have some fun. He stopped at the courthouse in St George, and I thought he was doing something for his parents. He walked up to the empty counter that had a little plate that said: Marriage Licenses. Then he turns and looks at me and says: Do you want to do this? Well, my eyes lit up, and I said OK!! They had to dredge up some witnesses. I was wearing blue jeans and a sparkly shirt. We went home and told my 4 kids, 3 of which were still living at home. They said: You got married, huh? What's for dinner? They just took it in stride. I went back to work the next day, and told everyone: I just got married!!! It was fun.
I married Ron because we have a few things in common. One is our sense of adventure. He is more adventurous than I am. But here we are, celebrating in a village. In a tropical jungle. Near the Samara beach. Eating 2 hour breakfasts on the back porch, watching the star fruit ripen on the tree. And the lemons on the other tree. And the bananas and cuadratos that are all around the yard. And the 3 papaya trees are generous. We are going to a rodeo tonight, a small local one that is a big deal here, for a week every time this year. It's 100 feet from the beach, or less. So afterwards we are going to look at the stars. It's supposed to be low tide. It will be a fantastic anniversary thing, because it has been cloudy every night so far! Or, we've been too busy to go see more than a small patch of sky.
Next Monday will be the 4 month mark of living in Costa Rica. Rainy season is ending, so we should have lots of time now to look at the stars in the Southern Hemisphere.
True love isn't about how you feel, or about your differences. True love is about the promise to work it all out together. Life is never perfect, but it can feel that way during precious moments if you hold your breath and hold hands often enough.
Ron served 16 years in the military. He grew up hunting and did all kinds of sports. I have never been in a fight in my life. I played one season on the volleyball team in school. I'm a dedicated pacifist. I can barely shoot a melon, let alone a rabbit or deer.
How did we ever meet, and get together? He was raised a Utah Mormon, I was raised a laid-back British Columbia kid.
We have 9 kids, all grown up. I started with 4, he started with 5. He made me a Grandma when I married him. 11 times over now. I prefer the name G-Ma. Hahahaha. I scored big time with those grandkids. I told them I'm their Bonus Grandma. Step-Grandma sounds silly to me. I adore them all, even though some of them don't know it yet.
I can drive a car, but Ron can drive a car, and stick shift, and a bulldozer, and an airplane. I started driving when I was 19 years old. Ron was driving when he was 8. Hard to believe, I know. Until we sat on the porch of the retired sheriff in Cedar City, who confirmed pulling Ron over on main street.
Ron is a good cook. I have so little interest in cooking that I'm thinking of becoming a Raw Foodist in 2017. Maybe Ron married me because I have so much gratitude for all his skills and abilities.
Do you know that story?? Of how we married? I went to one of those work trainings where you are in a large group, and they say: tell us something about yourself that most people probably don't know. And I said: I wasn't invited to my own wedding. You heard me. We always said we would elope, it's true. But Ron got all the paperwork together, and didn't say a word. We were taking a trip from Vegas to Cedar City to visit his parents, which we did often. I took time off of work because it was his birthday, and I just wanted to have some fun. He stopped at the courthouse in St George, and I thought he was doing something for his parents. He walked up to the empty counter that had a little plate that said: Marriage Licenses. Then he turns and looks at me and says: Do you want to do this? Well, my eyes lit up, and I said OK!! They had to dredge up some witnesses. I was wearing blue jeans and a sparkly shirt. We went home and told my 4 kids, 3 of which were still living at home. They said: You got married, huh? What's for dinner? They just took it in stride. I went back to work the next day, and told everyone: I just got married!!! It was fun.
I married Ron because we have a few things in common. One is our sense of adventure. He is more adventurous than I am. But here we are, celebrating in a village. In a tropical jungle. Near the Samara beach. Eating 2 hour breakfasts on the back porch, watching the star fruit ripen on the tree. And the lemons on the other tree. And the bananas and cuadratos that are all around the yard. And the 3 papaya trees are generous. We are going to a rodeo tonight, a small local one that is a big deal here, for a week every time this year. It's 100 feet from the beach, or less. So afterwards we are going to look at the stars. It's supposed to be low tide. It will be a fantastic anniversary thing, because it has been cloudy every night so far! Or, we've been too busy to go see more than a small patch of sky.
Next Monday will be the 4 month mark of living in Costa Rica. Rainy season is ending, so we should have lots of time now to look at the stars in the Southern Hemisphere.
True love isn't about how you feel, or about your differences. True love is about the promise to work it all out together. Life is never perfect, but it can feel that way during precious moments if you hold your breath and hold hands often enough.
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