Well, this will be my last blog posting before I become Mrs. Ed Eaton on Saturday at 11:00 AM, God willin' and the creek don't rise, that is. Although there are a lot of creeks rising in New England these days. But that is material for another day's blog.
It has been a long time coming, this wedding of ours. 6Years ago last month Ed contacted me after 34 years of traveling down our own separate paths, only for them to re-converge in that fateful e-mail. I have posted it below and if you click on it, you should be able to read that now famous document. I hope Ed doesn't mind me showing it to you. Seems simple enough, but it changed our lives.
Yes, Ed and I were in love, truly, madly and as deeply as possible for a 14 year old and a 16 year old. That is until our love was tested with me going to California for 2 weeks while he remained on the Cape with all those young bikini-clad beach bunnies! But 2 weeks was just too long and Ed moved on to a girl who would become Chuck's first wife. (Doesn't this sound like a Lifetime Movie to you?)
I guess our romance lasted about as long as most do at that tender age. But there had been a connection made then that transcended time and with a few short e-mails, I was once again swept off my feet! I still see that 16 year old boy when Ed smiles at me and in my mind's eye we are still dancing to Elvis on the porch at 13 and 1/2 Uncle Rolf Road on a starry summer night.
I am so lucky to have so many supportive and loving friends and family members in my life. And I know that when Doug and Bill walk me down that aisle on Saturday morning, although most of you won't be there with me in person, you will be there in spirit. What you all have given me over the years has sustained me and in large part brought me to where I am today: happy and excited about the next chapter in my life. Thanks for getting me here. I can't wait to see what happens next! And please believe me when I tell you, no matter where in the world I end up, you will always be in my life. Always.
Please pray for sunshine in Chattanooga on Saturday, and that my shoes don't hurt too much, and that when we dance our first dance to Elvis I won't start to cry. (Or more likely that Ed won't start to cry!) And sunshine for the honeymoon in Florida would be nice, too, but not essential. wink wink.
See you when we get back with lots of pics, I hope!
PS. No action in the Hav-a-hart trap. I wonder if Chip has left the building? I am going to assume he has and leave in the morning anyway!