My Happiness -- another anniversary

First steps
Green apples in a white bowl
acrylic on canvas
8 x 8 inches
Barbara Muir © 2009
(This is the start of a little painting of
today's produce -- small apples
from our tree. Some are actually yellow,
the colour the ripe apples should be -- they're
cooking apples. Tomorrow I'll polish it up a bit.
(pardon the pun).

These silly photo booth snaps from that first couple of
weeks we were together say it all
This one had obviously spent some time in
one of our wallets before making it into an
official album.

Something I really love about my husband is that he is
a hopeless romantic. He gets a tear in his eye when the
loving couple in a romantic movie get together. That's
why every month since we've met we wish one another
Happy Monthiversary, and after we married we had
two monthiversaries per month.

Today is the anniversary of our first date, which I
remember very well. If the scientists I heard on the radio
are right and there's no such thing as time, but just a
stack of cards, all of them now, then this was an important
now. (By the way that time theory is quantum theory, the
idea Einstein introduced, and I am just a simple painter
who was trying to understand the program!)

On that date I had a boy cut hairdo -- short, short, was
wearing a bright pink halter top, black cotton pants
from Le Chateau,a black corduroy jacket, and flat Chinese
shoes with straps from China town. We went to a local
very classy bar in a super restaurant, where one of my girlfriends
worked. It boasted a wonderful dance floor, and we drank
Singapore Slings, danced and flirted all night. My husband
was and is tall, dark and handsome. He is mostly Dutch with
some exotic Indonesian thrown in (his grandfather on his
mother's side) and the result is a very handsome man, who
tans deeply in the summer sun. He was tanned that night,
wearing a white polo shirt, tight fitting as they were back
then, a lovely suede baseball jacket, jeans and cowboy boots.
(He thought of himself as a secret Texan, or Albertan in
Canada).

Looking at this photo I see how crazy
in love I was. I feel the same way
today. Yes. I wasn't always blonde.

We were, and are smitten. I remember walking home hand
in hand and talking. I had never felt so crazy about a man
before. Now looking back on the life we've had I feel we are
so lucky. We have two lovely sons, both kind and gentle,
creative, funny men, have a happy, vibrant (if not at all tidy)
home, loving family on both sides, and a circle of kind, witty,
creative, loving friends. When I met Steven I had a feeling
that it would be a long term relationship, looking back I
feel extremely blessed that I was right.

Have a loving-the-people-you-love day.