You know, I was never a big fan of Valentine’s Day. It was up there along side Christmas in my list of least favourite public holidays or special days. Before married life, I always found myself unceremoniously single on this special day for lovers.
Cupid always seemed to have lousy aim when it came to me. Instead, he managed to fling straight past me and target the beautiful, leggy blonde (or brunette) next to me.
Pah. Thanks, Cupid.
Anyhoo, these days there’s lots of love going around. It’s a happy mixture of being all loved up in married life (Awwwwww….) and swarming in all these cozy, warm, fuzzy feelings of maternal love for my boys (Double awwwwwwwww).
So, on this day of what’s usually filled with flowers and chocolates, I’m going to share some literature instead. No, none of the racy, salacious, grab-and-pin-each-other-down Danielle Steel or Barbara Cartland stuff. (Everybody, get your mind out of the gutter. You’ve got the wrong gal…).
Although, what I am about to share is kinda romantic. Mostly silly. Hopefully funny. It was printed on our wedding day. On the back of the Order of Service, actually.
Hubby and I wanted to let our guests have a peak at our depiction of good ol’ fashion love and what it takes – for us – to be committed to each other. The more humorous side of it. For some light entertainment. Just in case, you know, people got bored…
So, here it is. Just bringing back some fun memories and wanting to share it with you all.
Here’s wishing that – wherever you are in the world – Cupid will grab your beloved right in the bull’s eye of their heart. For keeps.
Happy Valentine’s Day from Mama Grace.
Just for the record … despite what Hubby* says:
- Yumcha chicken feet and beef tripe are appropriate Sunday brunch delights.
- There will be no surfing movies played in the background during the wedding ceremony.
- After five years of courtship, Grace’s four-year-old niece has a greater vocabulary of Indonesian words than Hubby.
- Grace always beats Hubby when walking up Mt. Ainslie in Canberra, even when he has a 10-minute head start.
- Eating Cheese Twisties while watching surfing DVDs is not considered ‘working out’.
- Hubby is still unable to play one single song on the guitar from start to finish. He can’t keep time either.
- Hubby and Grace’s children may not necessarily become an AFL football champion or a professional surfer.
- Wet soggy beach towels left for days and days and days on end will not automatically make their way to the washing machine.
- It is not standard practice in the finance industry to wear obviously unmatched socks to important business meetings.
Just for the record … despite what Grace says:
- The song, “Beautiful” by Christina Aguilera is not an Indonesian folk song that is traditionally sung every night before bedtime.
- Singers such as Whitney Houston and Mariah Carey do not have any Indonesian heritage and as a result, are not Grace’s long lost cousins.
- The band at the reception did not ask Grace to sing backup or to join them on the road for their next national tour.
- Even though Grace had spent almost three years in the ski fields of Japan, Hubby was a better snowboarder after only two lessons.
- By simply adding the “S” tile on a 10-letter word that Grace has just placed on the Scrabble board, does indeed make Hubby the legitimate Scrabble Grandmaster.
- Leaving the kitchen looking like World War III does not necessarily mean Grace has cooked a gourmet meal.
- Grace’s children with Hubby may not necessarily become an Australian Idol champion (continually referring to their mother as their inspiration), a professor in linguistics, fluent in 594 languages (including all 583 Indonesian dialects) or a winning contestant on “So You Think You Can Dance” (again, continually referring to their mother as their inspiration).
What is not in dispute is that Grace and Hubby love each other unconditionally …… flaws, warts, pimples and all.
*Names have been changed to protect the identity of innocent victims who have been succumbed and have maritally committed themselves to Mama Grace as well as her incurable addiction to karaoke and Yum Cha chicken feet…