Monday, October 29, 2012

For my wife of 18 years...

Our wee chapel in the Smokey Mountains of Tennessee
The anniversary of our union is here and the picturesque theme of that day remains a common denominator of which my love for you grows. We have grown from two lost souls searching for identity to a loving family with a bright future.
Our business has strengthened our marriage like steel.  The day we bought it the previous owner asked me "How will you be able to work with your wife everyday?"  My answer to him now would be different that the one I gave back then. 
Bright eyed and nervous I said "I don't know."
Fast forward thirteen years
That's 13 years of working together
685 weeks
115,200 hours
6,912,000 minutes
And every second we have worked together side by side in our wee shop you in the front and me in the back, just the two of us. Our lives have changed over the past 18 years, we have ridden the financial roller coaster of small business and survived in spite of it all. The joy we both receive from watching the weans perform is pure loving fuel and only fortifies our matrimonial heaven.

The day we married, October 29, 1994 is forged into my core.  As a man of certain heritage I thought that tears are for the weak. When the doors of our wee chapel opened and in came an angel, the sun draped behind you and you glowed like nothing man could make. That is when I knew that tears are not for the weak, my tears were of joy at the vision of true beauty before me.
18 years later
That's 18 years
939 weeks
157,824 hours
9,469,440 minutes
And every second feels like the doors of our wee chapel just opened an in walked an angel.

Happy anniversary to Kimberly, my true love.
May we continue to grow and be happy...
Love, Baj aka Sausage.

Smokey Mountains, Tennessee, 1994


  1. Funny thing is that tonight on our anniversary
    Kim is volunteering at the stables and I am coaching U/12 football (Soccer) no fancy linens and fine china, just horse shite and muddy boots
    Love conquers all.
    Cheers, Sausage...

  2. 18 years is a damn good show! A lot of people don't make it to 18 months. The chapel doesn't look real. It's looks like it's from a dreamscape. Well done, sir. Are you up for 18 more?

    1. Ha..the chapel is real. Heartland Wedding Chapel in Townsend, Tennessee. The next 18 starts today.
      Hope you are well and with power up in Gotham.

  3. Congrats big man, I have a glass in the air for yis both.

    1. Chef, many thanks. It's not always easy being the bride of a son of auld Abla, but the gal has managed to calm the beast. She being the daughter of a Georgia pecan farmer and me being the son of Scottish welder from Dundee. We are as they say "Best pals."

  4. Congratulations on your eighteen years. Marriage takes a lot of work and you two obviously treasure your union and do what it takes to make it work.

    1. We don't take ourselves too seriously and allow each other to be real. Best thing about the wifey is that she is what you would call a mans woman, having a family farm helped ground her and strengthen her at the same time.

  5. A lovely post and a sweet gift for Kimberly. Hope you have many many more:)

  6. Congratulations to you and your lovely wife, SF! May you have so many more years together. Obviously, being together 24/7 works for the two of you!

  7. I can't escape!! ha..
    Luckily for us and our wee shop we are best pals.
    Hope you are well up there.

  8. Beautiful post, congratulations!!!

  9. Congrats you two, and many more to come.

  10. Congratulations, sugar! All the best and many more years together for you both. xoxoxoxox

    (i suddenly feel really, really old. don't ask)