(Why is that last week of school about ten times busier than any other week of school during the year? They are only there for half-days, but they sure make those half-days count!)
And, if you can bear it, I must stay away for one more day. (I'm absolutely SURE you can bear it.)
I belong to my man today, who is home from work. We were married on this day, thirteen years ago, and it feels like the blink of an eye.
In my whole life, there is no decision of which I have been more sure than my decision to marry Rob. I don't even consider it a decision as much as an inevitability. It is the smartest thing I have ever done.
I've worried about school, jobs, homes, finances, and the children - oh Lord, I've worried about the children since I found out they were on their way! - but Robert? Never. Not once. Not even one tiny little bit.
I know what a gift that is, and it's not at all a bad way to start a marriage.
Oh, they say when you marry in June,
You're a bride all your life.
And the bridegroom who marries in June
Gets a sweetheart for a wife.
. . . .
By the light of the silvery moon
Home you ride, side by side
With the echo of Mendelssohn's tune
In your hearts as you ride
For they say when you marry in June,
You will always be a bride.
"June Bride," from "Seven Brides for Seven Brothers"