Thirty-five years ago — March 17, 1980 — Len and I swept each other off our collective feet and eloped on St. Patrick’s Day.
Each wearing jeans, tennis shoes, and Snoopy t-shirts, we drove lickety-split in my fire engine red Dodge Colt from Escondido to The Chapel of Happiness in San Diego where after paying $32.50 we were pronounced husband and wife. Averaging 92-cents per year, it’s — bar none — the best investment we ever made.
The blue recipe box in the photo below contains worn and tattered handwritten recipes for some of our favorites: my mom’s baked beans (with pickle juice and bacon), my sister’s pretzel jello (perfect for bunco), my great aunt’s crustless quiche (breakfast, lunch, or dinner), and my friend’s peanut butter cookies (to die for)!
Yesterday — St. Patrick’s Day — we celebrated our 34th wedding anniversary. People often ask us the recipe for our success. A few of our best-loved ingredients include:
Quality individual time, balanced with quality together time
Individual hobbies, balanced with mutual interests
Laughter. Definitely laughter!
It’s been said: Long-married couples look alike.
I don’t see any resemblance. Do you?
Recently we were invited by Kayley and our son to visit their booth at a Spring Craft Fair in Palatine, Illinois. This was no small event. When we arrived, Len and I had to divide and conquer to find them. He found them first and when he backtracked to get me he said, “You’re not going to believe it!”
Rounding the corner, I could see what he meant. Leapin’ Leprechauns! They looked adorable manning the booth in their festive garb.
Thirty-one years ago today, Len and I eloped on St Patrick’s Day. I assure you that my parents had a wee bit more to say than Leapin’ Leprechauns! As it turns out, they didn’t have anything to worry about. I did, indeed, find a pot of love at the end of the rainbow and everyone lived happily ever after…