Married in October.
Yes, that’s hubby looking quite dashing in a kilt. Unfortunately, while he too looked pretty good, the Piper was awful - one of the many stories people like to tell about our wedding. Like the one where the senior ladies at the reception were egging on one of the bridal party (not hubby) to do cartwheels - keeping in mind his tartan underwear was by that time on his head.
Canadian Thanksgiving is in October (which makes a lot more sense to me then American Thanksgiving – after all it is about the Harvest right?) But hubby and I, being equal opportunists, celebrate both (why not)! Oh, and the picture, sad but true - I once made hubby American Thanksgiving dinner in 15 minutes - turkey, stuffing - the whole nine yards!
And this year I celebrate a year since I did my first (and probably only) Marathon – and I've got the medal to prove it - just can't believe I ever ran that distance - but hubby tells me I did (never say never right).
I love this little poem and it goes with my Grasset picture, don’t you think? Anyway, hurrah for October, the best month of the year in my opinion – I only wish it lasted longer! Cheers, Jewels.