Once upon a time long long ago or exactly twenty years ago today in a land far far away known to many as the Hood River Valley there lived a man I would come to call Bear.
He was the brother of a friend, sweet, smart and handsome.
I was the reluctant heroine.
I had failed at love and marriage wasn’t ready to try again. I had a young son of whom I was very protective. AND he was younger, darn it.
But I couldn’t stop wanting to talk to him, be near him.
I tease him now that he was like Pepé Le Pew pursuing Penelope Pussycat in a cute, non stalker way. None of the roadblocks I threw up dissuaded the man.
He persisted until we dated.
Our journey together is one filled with joy, family, laughter, hard times, good times, anger, fun, happiness, stress, silliness, frustration, wounds that aren't visible and scars that are and love – most of all love.
And that meadow where we were married on a hot summer day, where we had camped while he was still trying to get my attention and later when we were officially dating,