My UK wedding day was last Saturday. After months of making plans and changing plans according to the astronomical charts that determine family availability, our day went really well — so much so that we had fun, too! My friend Chris took pictures, so I’ll be posting those soon, along with any other photos that get sent our way by people who were there.
My birthday yesterday started out wonderfully, with breakfast in bed served by my husband in a birthday suit (hee!). After work, he took me to The Whaligoe Steps Café, a new little restaurant beside a set of 365 stone stairs leading down to an abandoned fishing inlet.
The meal was great, the chef very friendly, and we were absolutely stuffed by the end of dinner. Best of all was sitting across from my husband, sharing the moment, both of us moved to tears by just how much we like each other.
Back home, we still managed to shove down some of the healthy cake I’d made in the afternoon. (Yes, there is such a thing! It’s a coconut flour cake with orange icing.) My birthday present was an ice cream maker — woohoo! Now I can make yet another healthy version of something I thought I’d have to do without. As I type, there’s a batch of coconut and soy milk ice cream churning away for consumption later with tasty leftover birthday cake!
And now I’m older.
Forty-three is unimaginable, not because it’s bad, but because I can very easily remember sitting in class in Grade Six mind-boggled by the idea of one day being forty — the post-millennial date, the notion of myself as an adult, and the freedom from having to go to school.
The actuality of forty-three is daunting, but wonderful in the living of it. I’m a happy man.