I went to Branson with my bestie for a cross stitch retreat.
Earlier this year I told my dear friend that I didn’t want to be home on November 14 because it was the 40th anniversary of my first date with Prince Charming . . . and the date that we had picked to be married . . . and I had no idea where to go or what to do because everything I could think of was something that we had done or something we had planned to do. She said “okay” and worked her magic and found the perfect thing . . . a three day cross stitch retreat in Branson. A place I had never been. A place that Prince Charming and I didn’t have on our bucket list. A place where not everybody knew my story and knew the importance of Saturday’s date.
So I said “okay”
We left on Wednesday and got home today. We met new friends. We ate yummy food at places the locals recommended. We worked on our cross stitch projects. We went shopping at a local needlework shop. We went to see Jim Stafford. We went to the Titanic museum.
And since there were a lot of things we didn’t see, we made plans to go back to this particular retreat again.
Yesterday had very bad and very hard parts to it and it had totally wonderful parts to it. All in all it wasn’t nearly as bad as I expected it to be.
Since this year’s anniversary was a little better than last year’s anniversary . . . for once I have hope that maybe next year will be a little easier than this year
Today is a very special day. Today is the anniversary of my first date with Prince Charming. As a matter of fact, today is the 40th anniversary of my first date with Prince Charming.
Sadly, it’s also the date that Prince Charming and I had picked as the day when we would be married. I thought it would be wonderfully romantic to get married on the 40th anniversary of our first date. He thought it was a bit sappy but he agreed to it because it made me so happy. He was also totally surprised that, after all the years we spent apart, I still remembered our anniversary.
To say that today is a bittersweet day is an total understatement.
I won’t focus on the sad aspect of the day and focus on the sweet love story that started out all those years ago. I wish I had a picture of us that night, but there don’t seem to be any pictures of us together from that time in our lives.
However, there is one story that is legend in Prince Charming’s family. A story that Prince Charming’s dad loved to tell whenever we told the story about how we were junior high sweethearts. (For those of you who have followed my blog for a while and have already heard this story, I apologize for the re-run!) Prince Charming and I started dating when I was 12 and he was 13. Our first date was a dance at the Local Junior High School. Since we were so young, we had to depend on the parents for transportation. Prince Charming’s Dad was more than happy to do that for us.
Now, let me tell you that I was TERRIFIED for Prince Charming’s Dad . . . because he looked like Abe Lincoln. Tall, lanky, and even had the beard. He was a kind man with a heart of gold and a mischievous streak a mile wide . . . and the temptation to pick on his oldest son and his new girlfriend on their first date was just too much to bear.
This was back in 1975 (yes, I just gave away my age!) and during the CB craze. Prince Charming’s Dad had a CB . . . and a PA system attached to it. I don’t remember WHY he had a PA system, but he did. Anyway, there I am in the back seat of the Big Ford Station Wagon being driven to my first date EVER with a guy that I had a huge crush on. We get to the dance and get out of the car start to go into the building. All of our friends were arriving at the dance at the same time and there was a nice little crowd outside of the building. Just as Prince Charming’s Dad was pulling away from the curb, he flipped the switch to the PA system and said . . . in his loud booming Abe Lincoln voice . . . “Ya’ll have a nice time now.”
I turned beet red. Prince Charming turned beet red. We wanted to crawl under the sidewalk and never be seen from again.
I think we could hear Prince Charming’s Dad laughing as he drove away.
Monday was the 36th anniversary of my first date with Prince Charming. Yes, I know it’s amazing that I remembered the date after all the years we spent apart. But he’s my Prince Charming and I’ve remembered lots of little details about our time together. What is even more amazing is that Prince Charming ALSO remembered the anniversary! Okay, so he didn’t remember the EXACT date but he did remember it was sometime in the middle of November.
We had a special romantic dinner and then spent the evening slow dancing in the living room to some very special songs. It was wonderful!
But before we could have the anniversary celebration . . . we went with his parents to the Big City Hospital so that his dad could have a biopsy on the spot they found on his lung. The biopsy went as well as could be expected. The preliminary news was about what we expected. Not good news but we would learn more details at the follow-up appointment at the end of the week.
It was very strange to be so excited to be spending the entire day with Prince Charming knowing that the first part of the day was going to be so difficult for everyone. I felt guilty about the plans that we had to celebrate the anniversary and asked Prince Charming if he wanted to delay it a day or so. He said that wasn’t an option. It was the first time in 34 years that we were able to celebrate that special day together and it was as important to him as it is to me. He also said that if we were going to be dealing with a long term illness for his dad, we would need to make as much of our lives as normal as possible. We need this celebration.
So the news turned out to be as bad as we expected. We don’t have all the details yet. There’s still one more follow-up appointment with another specialist to get all the treatment details worked out. Like Prince Charming said, in the meantime life marches on. Thanksgiving is around the corner. Christmas follows close behind. New Year’s Eve . . . all the things that he and I have been waiting for with such great anticipation. All of the excitement of all the “firsts” of a new romance . . . are now tainted with the realization that it might also be “lasts” as well.