Yes, I know this post is overdue. My desktop is cluttered with pictures ready to post on other blog posts, so I behind on more than just this one.
I had wondered whether we would actually get married as we are older (on the side closer to 60 of 50s) and have both been married before, both with two adult children (and one grandchild) from our previous marriages. We (and the bank) own an apartment together, and in Vancouver that is a considerable commitment. Sometime in the Spring I began to think that getting married was a good idea, and Veronica accepted me.
It would have been a small wedding, but ended up even smaller because of COVID. We had it on our large balcony (it is like a patio but on the second floor so we call it a terrace). We had just family and one friend each. My nephew is a pastor in Terrace and he flew down to do the ceremony and that really felt special, and we got a bit of religion. My father is living with us and was the best man. He gave a heartfelt but humorous speech to the bride. Veronica's close friend was her her maid of honour and her daughters gave her away.
Here comes the bride and then the ceremony.
Then we were married, good job!
