Not many people whether in marriages or not, get to spend their lives with their best friend so I consider it a great grace to me. Lauralea has been God's gift to me and a constant reminder that he really does love me. In fact there have been days in which she is all the convincing I need that God does indeed exist and that he likes me.
For the most part we still laugh at the same jokes and as I've reported here before we still like sex, (much to the angst of our offspring who, by the by wouldn't be around these parts without it.) We still like sitting in the same room in quiet, reading. We mostly are patient with one anothers musical tastes while she roles with the hits of the 50's and 60's I'm much more of a 70's guy who loves a bit of Techno and Electronica. We can both agree on the classical and some of the better worship stuff out these days.
We still squabble over getting the bills paid (She does it better,) and the occasional communication miscue where she's clearly in the wrong. But we are able to sort it out again and again.
She's taught me a lot about grace and if she had a life theme I suspect that would be it. That is a good gift to have for some of the places we've gone and done the work we've done. She is gracious.
So 25 years ago this afternoon, at 1 pm in her Evangelical Free Church in Prince George BC, we got married with Grandpa Friesen leading the proceedings. After planning the wedding from Southern Ontario where we lived and I worked in an insulation factory and she taught in a Bible School, with her mom and dad working as support missionaries in Ireland, and my parents in Ontario, my brother Jeff and I with all our earthly possessions stuffed in that Plymouth Fury, drove across Canada 75 hours and we got married.
It was a beautiful day in mid August.
And while I looked a bit goofy with my ribs sticking through my suit and my ears flagging traffic, she was a beauty.
She still is today, 25 years later.
As a special 25th Wedding Anniversary gift a couple of our kids thought it considerate that we have the opportunity to be Grandparents. (Yeah like they were thinking that.) So it seems that early next February the best little grandchild ever to grace this earth since, well, Jesus, will be born to Nate and Johanna. This is going to be fun.
Sunday night we unpacked the top of our wedding cake for the first time in nearly 25 years, and we found a bunch of left over invitations from the day, and I took some pictures.