It's truly hard to believe, but Mary Kay and I are celebrating our 30th wedding anniversary today. The picture to the left is from the cruise we took last year. I tried to get a picture of us from our wedding day, but alas, we have nothing digital from 1979. No video. No movie. We have five things left from that day: 1) an audio cassette tape from which we cannot hear each other very well, but the duet of "Sunrise, Sunset" comes across loud and echoey; 2) our wedding photo album - we paid an exorbitant $300 for it, more than the cost of our honeymoon; 3) our wedding rings; 4) Mary Kay's wedding dress; and 5) our memories.
The wedding took place in Celina, Ohio - Mary Kay's hometown. We were married in her home church - Immaculate Conception, a beautiful Catholic church just down the same street where Mary Kay and her family lived on Walnut Street.
I don't remember everything about that day. Like our photo album, the memories fade a bit after three decades. I remember that my fraternity brothers and Mary Kay's brothers all played football with me during the day. I remember the tan tuxedo and hanging out with my brother, Todd. I remember standing in front of the whole church filled with our family and friends, a preacher from the Nazarene church and a priest from the Catholic church. And I remember that everyone disappeared when Mary Kay and her father began walking down the aisle - all I could see was Mary Kay. She was so beautiful! I remember being completely surprised that she had parted her long, beautiful hair on the side; it had always been parted down the middle before.
I remember my sister, Kimberly, singing the Lord's Prayer. The combination of her velvet, alto voice and the acoustics of the domed church stay with me still - it was beautiful. I remember the party afterward - our reception was at the Knights of Columbus hall. Mary Kay's mom and all her mom's friends made the most delicious meal. I remember some of the dancing - people paid a buck (or more) to dance with Mary Kay. That money came in real handy on our honeymoon. I remember when Mary Kay and I tried to leave, my fraternity brothers had rigged the car so the horn sounded when I tried to turn on the lights.
And I remember the honeymoon. We didn't have any destination the first night - we hoped to drive part way towards Kentucky, where someone had generously donated a cabin for our first week together. I remember that we were so tired that we didn't get very far - only about 25 miles to the first Holiday Inn we came across. We made it to the cabin the next day, but we only stayed a couple days. Believe it or not, we got bored. So, on the spur of the moment, we decided to make our honeymoon a road trip. That week we saw the Smokey Mountains and stayed in Gatlinburg; we also drove to the ocean and stayed in Virginia Beach; and we drove up and stayed one night in Washington, D.C. We learned that we both love to travel and we still get turned on by the words, "Road Trip!"
There's one more thing I remember: I am the most lucky guy in the entire world. Mary Kay said "yes," and has been saying "yes" ever since. We have seen the better and the worse (but much more of the better), the richer and the poorer (used to be richer, now poorer all the time), as well as the sickness and the health. But we're still here and we're still together. We've been blessed with a wonderful family - now four children and five grandchildren - and we're loved so much by all of them that we can hardly stand it. But the love of my life is now, and I hope will always be Mary Kay Hawk Pierce.
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