Snapshot: A Wedding Day

by frannybolsa on August 6, 2012

in Snapshots

August 30th, 1969.

wedding day

A boy and a girl at the beginning of their story.

So much joy. Love slips out as laughter and a smile.
They didn’t have a clue what was coming. All they knew. In that moment. Was that he loved her and she loved him. And that’s all a love story needs for a beginning.

A honeymoon complete with a roach infestation. Holding hands and moving across the Pond. Miles away from everything she knew. Except she knew him. She held his hand and followed. Traveling across continents. England, Nigeria, Greece, Egypt, Zambia. Building home from house after house.

Miscarriages. Sadness. Then came me. Followed by my brother.
Dirty diapers. Grumpy, fighting children. Trans-Atlantic flights. Two kids through school. Family vacations. Groceries. Laundry. Cooking. Cleaning. Holidays. Anniversaries. Birthdays. Grandchildren. Let downs. Surprises.

Piece by Piece. Every day. Stories pile higher than the dirty socks.

Dreams that were dreamed were whispered and changed again and again.
Tears were shed. Fights were had. Hugs were given. Laughs were had. Holding it all. At the center. A boy and a girl. With greying hair and shifting bodies. But inside, the same. He loved her and she loved him.

A history. Theirs and a piece of mine.

I wonder if they’d know then how one chapter would write the next, with hard edges and soft kisses, if they’d still run and laugh and give their hearts so freely.

It’s a leap. A wedding day. Courage in pretty clothes. Simply because that face or those eyes make your heart tap dance and your insides melt.

A love story never starts with the ending in mind.

That boy, he’s gone now – leaving us a day before my parent’s 42nd anniversary. A character missing in this daily life of ours. But I bet if I asked and he could answer; he would do it all again. And so would she.

  • Becky Bayne

    Such a sweet story! Thanks for sharing…

    • frannybolsa

      Thanks for reading.. one of my favourite stories

  • Amy D

    I loved this…made me cry.

    • frannybolsa

      Next time… we’ll eat cheese. I can give you gas. I like to change things up a bit :) Thanks for reading.

  • Tiffany

    Oh. My. Beautifully written.  I cried.  Thanks for sharing!

    • frannybolsa

      Thank you for such a compliment :) and thanks for stopping by for a visit!

  • Luckyldy

    Just the thing to read as we celebrate our 18th anniversary. I wonder how our end will turn out?…

    • frannybolsa

      We’ll all stay tuned it too find out…. Has it really been 18 years? Wow. Wishing you both much love and happiness for a hundred more. And I’ll shout out some spanish words in memory of your special day ;)

  • Melanie L

    John is so handsome in this picture. Jeri looks like she is doing what she does best!!!  Loved reading this—–makes me cry!

    • frannybolsa

      John is rockin the James Dean look I think. Mom said they were making faces as their guests were pelting them with wedding almonds instead of rice. IAhhhh.. .young love.

  • Mater

    Yes, she WOULD do it all again.  In a heartbeat.  The tears and fights made the hugs and laughter that much sweeter.  And that boy will never really go away.   He lives on in the memories of his children, grandchildren, and of that now not-so-young girl.
    P.S. If I remember correctly, the pained looks on our faces the moment this picture was taken was because someone was throwing wedding alomonds instead of rice!

    • frannybolsa

      Why almonds? Did you do something to piss your family off before the wedding? Did your sister do a bait and switch with the rice. No matter how old – I’ll always love that boy and girl.

  • Jaima

    so, so sweet.

    • frannybolsa

      I love their love story.

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