Eighteen April 21sts ago, Ginger and I were married in the First Baptist Church of Irondale, Alabama, surrounded by a great cloud of witnesses and a wedding party whose picture rivals the cover photograph of The King Family Christmas.
We got engaged on August 12, 1989 at the Hard Rock Café in Dallas (when there was a Hard Rock Café in Dallas). Every August and April since, we’ve been in a Hard Rock together, which has been relatively easy because we lived in a city with a Hard Rock. A quick search this week let us know the closest café was in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, a mere three and a half hours away.
After opening the Dunkin’ Donuts this morning and dropping Ella off to be spayed, we got in Ginger’s Wrangler and headed east and making a couple of stops along the way, arriving at the pyramid shaped restaurant about 4 o’clock.
We ate what I guess we could call dinner, took a couple of fun pictures,
drove down to the beach for a bit, and then drove home.
And a good time was had by all.
Several years ago now, I wrote a song lyric with Ginger in mind (that I have referenced before). The chorus says:
and this is the story of two common hearts
that started out young and grew old
they have practiced a lifetime the waltz of a well-worn love
I’m not ready to be counted as old just yet, but I will say I know more of love than I did eighteen years ago, thanks to Ginger.
And I plan to keep on dancing.