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We are back from Bermuda. When answering the question: How was your trip? What did you do? I am beginning to feel a bit embarrassed. The answer is perfect, but dull. I napped, drank rum, watched the Yankees lose to the Tiger's and slept in. Oh yeah we ate dinner and lunch and some mornings had coffee.
We let the anxiety of life slip away and by Saturday were actually relaxed. By Sunday some of the old worries started to slip back in. We decided to fight them off together and try not to hurt each others feelings in the process.
The nicest part of the trip is the part I resisted the most. The first afternoon we were there, Heidi went into a little clothes shop, I sat out front on a bench and struck up a conversation with an interesting elderly Bermudian who had the faint odor of a rum lunch. Eventually the Bermudian asked me what I thought Heidi was doing in such a small shop for such a long time. I did not have a guess.
When Heidi emerged we set off down the street, Heidi turned to me and asked me if I would marry her. I said "No, we are already married." Well that was the wrong answer because while she was in the clothes shop she manages to organize a service at the beach renewing our wedding vows. The thing with me is I almost always say "no" first and then warm up to an idea. Heidi understands this and when I got to the bottom of her questioning and realized what she had in mind I agreed.
We met the pastor at the beach, we were joined by his associate pastor and the woman in the store who put the whole thing together. We renewed our vows. It was touching and I am glad that we did it.
The ceremony was a bit different than I am used to, I think they were Baptist of some sort because there was a lot of agreeing and praising Jesus during the ceremony. We Catholics murmur Amen at specific times, there is no freestyle in Catholicism.
That is beside the point, the main thing was touching base with the institution and values of marriage. We stood before God and renewed our commitment to each other and our family. It was really satisfying and brought a tear to my eye.
I guess it was not dull, however I do not go into the renewing the vows in most conversations. When was the last time a father of three, under five, got to take a nap every afternoon for a week? The answer is last week. When will he get to do it again? Only time will tell, maybe never.
We let the anxiety of life slip away and by Saturday were actually relaxed. By Sunday some of the old worries started to slip back in. We decided to fight them off together and try not to hurt each others feelings in the process.
The nicest part of the trip is the part I resisted the most. The first afternoon we were there, Heidi went into a little clothes shop, I sat out front on a bench and struck up a conversation with an interesting elderly Bermudian who had the faint odor of a rum lunch. Eventually the Bermudian asked me what I thought Heidi was doing in such a small shop for such a long time. I did not have a guess.
When Heidi emerged we set off down the street, Heidi turned to me and asked me if I would marry her. I said "No, we are already married." Well that was the wrong answer because while she was in the clothes shop she manages to organize a service at the beach renewing our wedding vows. The thing with me is I almost always say "no" first and then warm up to an idea. Heidi understands this and when I got to the bottom of her questioning and realized what she had in mind I agreed.
We met the pastor at the beach, we were joined by his associate pastor and the woman in the store who put the whole thing together. We renewed our vows. It was touching and I am glad that we did it.
The ceremony was a bit different than I am used to, I think they were Baptist of some sort because there was a lot of agreeing and praising Jesus during the ceremony. We Catholics murmur Amen at specific times, there is no freestyle in Catholicism.
That is beside the point, the main thing was touching base with the institution and values of marriage. We stood before God and renewed our commitment to each other and our family. It was really satisfying and brought a tear to my eye.
I guess it was not dull, however I do not go into the renewing the vows in most conversations. When was the last time a father of three, under five, got to take a nap every afternoon for a week? The answer is last week. When will he get to do it again? Only time will tell, maybe never.
Labels: Bermuda
posted by Peter at
2:07 PM
2 Comments:
Your wife sounds so sweet - that is wonderful! Welcome back - I was watching the Yankees lose too but being on a beach drinking rum might have made it go down easier...
There's nothing embarrassing about being lazy on a vacation.
That sounds awesome right about now.
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