My mother was a winter bride forty-one years ago today.
Annette and Les took their honeymoon a few months after the wedding, and they were already living apart. The playhouse wasn’t getting along. And then a telltale sign – perhaps confirming what they already knew – my father’s wedding ring cracked on their honeymoon, right through the engraving on the inside of the word “Always.” Years later, the ring will be given a second chance, repaired and worn by one of my brothers as his wedding ring.
Every Christmas, I hang a beautiful crystal ornament engraved with 1980 on my tree to celebrate their friendship and their union. Happy Anniversary to my parents.
coming full circle 