In 1966, on August 14th at 4:30 PM, Bob and I married.
As he waited at the altar, his lapel flower shook from nerves.
I walked down the aisle with the hem of my gown discreetly pinned.
(My mother's friend made the gown and misjudged the measurements.)
Rain pounded the country church, accompanying the soloist.
Bob's grandmother cried tears of happiness.
(I hope they were tears of happiness...she was a stoic woman.)
Through joys and sorrows, we are still joined.
This morning, Bob said, "Happy Anniversary to my bride."
Somewhere inside, we are still that young bride and groom.
Today we celebrate 54 years of marriage.
Still waiting - not as nervous....