A few weeks ago I popped in our wedding video (which is now ten years old) and I don't think we've watched it in about seven years. It is beyond hilarious. I told RKA, it should be titled: "Two Kids With No Clue Get Married"...we are both so young, so skinny, and so nervous! What were we doing getting married????
We were 22 years old...just at the age when our parents really had no say but when we really had no business getting married. I had just graduated with my Bachelor of Arts...but my plan was to go to interior design school (not exactly the logical next step)! RKA was still working on his engineering degree (He's always been more practical). We really only owned our car and our clothing...thank goodness for wedding gifts!
We rented a one bedroom apartment at UBC so RKA used to ride my old mountain bike to class. I was a terrible cook (RKA did most of the cooking, or else we ate out). But I was a good wife - I knew when to support my man and when to challenge him. RKA was a good cook. Enough said. Ha! We worked out our marriage in that little highrise apartment. I am thankful for those four tough years because those years laid the foundation for our picket fence.
Our fence is not perfect. It's not even white. It is weathered and worn, and there may be pickets missing from the proverbial fence but it's our fence. RKA and I dreamt it together, and we built it together plank by plank. It is built on love and stubborness, forgiveness and pride. No, it is not perfect. There are rough patches and sharp edges that have yet to be sanded. But it is a really great fence. I know that the fence will fade, and wear, and parts will need mending. I know that there is that one little place where there will always be a gap. I also know that we have a really solid fence to lean on, and for that I am grateful.
No kidding we were broke. The $50 that my Uncle put in my hand as a wedding present bought us the tank of gas to get the airport for our honeymoon!
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